Anyway, here’s a quiz to mark the passing of the shortest, cruelest month. Hint: It’s more fun if you don’t Google the answers first. It’s a test of trivia, not typing.
April may be the cruelest month, as Eliot observed, but for me it’s always been February. In my homeland of Montana, February was always the time I’d get thoroughly sick of winter and thoroughly disheartened by the certainty that spring would not start in March. Here in Florida, which is the opposite of Montana in a whole bunch of ways, I dislike February for another reason: It means pleasantly cool temperatures will soon be coming to an end. And it means I’m another year older.