Where the boys are

::doing my best Connie Francis imitation:: Remember when you looked forward to Spring Break? That one week vacation from school. You could sleep late. Then you could just goof-off with your friends.

I never got to go anywhere on spring break because we were always in Florida anyway. My step-father was in baseball so we were always at spring-training during spring break. I would just hang out with my friend Melodie. We'd walk to the 5&10 and get a coke and fries at the soda fountain. Then we would go to the Holiday Inn and swim in their pool (after waiting the obligatory 30 minutes of course). Walking home usually consisted of stopping at the bakery and splitting a creme horn. We'd sometimes stop during our walk to feed the cows oranges. I'm sure the farmers loved that.

This year, the classes I'm taking are not giving us a spring break. Work expects me to use my vacation time for spring break. Even if I did have a spring break I would spend it working around my house. How I long to go ...where the boys are...if for nothing else than to feed the cows oranges, one last time.