To celebrate the first weekend of spring, I decided to take a walk along Historic Canal. Some of my students have chosen the canal for their research site, so they’ve been talking about the canal in class. “People all over the world have heard the song,” one local student said. “They come here, and they get excited to see the canal. They’re always looking for a mule named Sal.”
No mules were in sight as I walked along the bank. No people either. The trees were still bare, and I needed mittens, but at least the sun was shining. I had to settle for that as my sign of spring.