Spring comes early to Tuscaloosa, AL. When the rain finally stops the temperature goes up and people start going outside. These people are irrationally happy, what with all the pollen in the air and all the sneezing and watery eyes and itching and the goddamn bugs. These people don’t seem to see spring for what it is: the damnable return of the bugs and the allergies and flowers. I tried to find out why these people, writers all of them, were so happy about this awful, awful turn of events. They were too busy hitting things and running around and twirling in hoops and stuff to say too much. I still don’t understand them.