Inflation threatens and taxes are due, but spring is here
Shakespeare sang of the darling buds of May, Tennyson of a young man's fancy, and Eliot of the mixing of memory and desire. Mary Ann Gaiownik, 32, a waitress at the Pontchartrain Hotel in Detroit, last week offered another description of the season that was sweeping across the nation. "I love it," she said. "You can open the windows of your house, and you can open the windows of your car and play your music as loud as you want. Spring means I don't get...
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