First Perfect Day

Everyone has something special they do on the first perfect spring day of the year.  At Homer High School I would drive home with the windows down and my hair flying.  Before Lucyna and Tad drove, I would sit at the St. Viator High School parking lot watching the upperclassmen drive with the windows open speeding down Dryden.  (Arlington Heights' finest would be on the lookout after that day, but it was a surprise when the first day was and it was a freebie.) 

This is what I do now on the first perfect weather day...

We were driving home from verifying the election results in the town and there in the ditch was this birch tree that the town workers had felled for some unknown reason.  We had no chain saw.  We had no tools.  We horsed them in the truck and drove home with aching backs.  There is almost 3 weeks of winter fuel...all on the first perfect spring day.