My dad used to have this saying about a bad penny (no, not the Tigers pitcher). Like that penny, I have turned up again on this blog. The reason: Time. With retirement imminent, I will have more of it to devote to this nonchalance, this trifle.
Spring is a time of renewal (except, so far, for the Twins offense), so come along as we explore the mundane, the prosaic, the weird. And maybe the rest of the equatorial countries! How grand.