Everyone has their own unofficial first sign of Spring. For some, it's a robin. For some, it's the Spring Equinox. For others, it's Easter. On the road, it's the first tailgate. The first night it's warm enough, clear enough, to gather in the parking lot, grill meat, drink beer, and tell stories.
New company. New group of guys. Same routine. As of tonight, it's Spring. And I'm happy.
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