Happy Ending: Sprung

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Happy Ending: Mitch Crews. Photo: Corey WilsonMitch Crews, sprung. Photo: Corey Wilson

Smell that? It’s the aroma of daffodils. The scent of a minty post-rain breeze. The whiff of the first cool squirt from a brand new can of Coppertone spray-on sunscreen. It’s the smell of spring.

When I was a schoolboy growing up on New Jersey’s shore (you may have seen MTV’s documentary on the place), teachers used to have a little aphorism about the month of March. “March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb,” they’d say. They were right. March did come in like a lion. It was ferocious, cruel. Blizzards and shit, you know? And then it would go out like a lamb. Peaceful, sweet. Sunshine.

Spring has sprung and March is starting to nod off. Soon enough, it’ll be summer. It’ll be boardshorts. Long muggy nights and even longer, sometimes muggier, mornings. And stubby little surfboards in stubby little waves, but who cares because it’s summer.

Mary had a little lamb. She probably had a bikini on too. —Brendan Buckley