The Spring has sprung, the grass is riz.
I wonder where the boidie is.
They say the boidie’s on the wing
But that’s absoid. The wing is on the boid.
Anonymous (And it wasn’t Ogden Nash)

On February 2 I crawled out of my den like my fellow groundhogs; Brandon Bob, Balzac Billy, Shubenacadie Sam and, of course, Punxsutawney Phil (He should have won an Oscar for Best Supporting Ground Hog in “Groundhog Day” with Bill Murray!) We all saw our shadow and slipped back into the burrow for another six week nap. When I finally decided to try again I was greeted by the sounds of a Spring morning in Calgary, a snowblower. But I thought I would give it a day and sure enough on the weekend Spring finally arrived. How did I know this was for real? I heard a throaty rumble outside the condo, ran to the window and watched the “Hell’s Angels” roll by in formation. They had crawled out of their clubhouse, a sure sign that Spring was upon us. It had to be true, after all if you can’t trust the Hell’s Angels who can you trust. What? Is that a snowblower I hear. Okay a quick trip to Starbucks and then it’s back to my burrow until the May long weekend!

As you all know on Tuesday, April 17, we will get together for another Spring ritual, our Annual General Meeting. Come prepared with your nominations for your new FCA Board. (President, Vice-President, Treasurer). If you ever saw “Groundhog Day”, there are days I wouldn’t mind living over so I could get it right! But Ah Well, it’s time to “exit stage left”. It has been great spending time with you and with the Board and committed volunteers who have given more than you know to make the FCA work, and to promote the arts in Calgary.
Where is my baton? Time to pass it on!

Peace

Bob McAllister