Seasoning

It’s been cold in Chicago with no signs of Spring. I got impatient and called Spring.

I said, “What the hell is going on? Why aren’t you here?”

Spring said, “I don’t feel like coming.”

I said, “What? I don’t think you have that option.”

Spring said, “I have it as much as you.”

I said, “Well, why don’t you want to come?”

Spring said, “I’m thinking of going back to school and getting a degree in architecture.”

I said, “What if you came to Chicago and got the degree at Northwestern. That way I could be warm and you could get your degree.”

Spring said, “No. I want to study at Tufts. They have the best program.”

I gave up and booked a one-way flight to Uganda. It’s on the equator.