It's a spring day so perfect here that Cat Stevens songs pop into your head. Flowers are blooming, sun is shining, people are smiling, dogs are gamboling.
I took mine for a walk, exchanging smiles and pleasantries every few minutes. On the first nice Sunday in Chicago, everyone leaves the house. Everyone is out. Everyone is in a good mood.
I passed a small white car, parked, with all the windows up, Ride of the Valkyries blasting from at full volume.
Which was really weird.