NO RHYME OR REASON

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November.

All the rest have thirty-one,

Excepting February alone,

And that has twenty-eight days clear,

And twenty-nine in each leap year.^[1]

Other sources list the Mother Goose version differently:

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November;

February has twenty-eight alone,

All the rest have thirty-one;

Excepting leap year, that's the time,

When February's days are twenty-nine.

Dawning cold and windy

February, the unpredictable month of the year is over! From February comes March, the crazy month of March. Here it is March 4^th, and we wonder is winter over? Spring is not far behind officially, and we try to push the need for warm weather and try as we may, hurry up the season. It never works!

Mom is of the opinion that March is crazy, as is anyone born in March, including her two daughters! Mom is of the opinion that May is the most beautiful month, because that is you guessed it, the month she was born. I asked her once what her opinion of July was and she suggested that we should go from June to August! Guess who was born in July?

Many years ago when I worked in NYC, I bought a new suit. It was really a sharp light blue suit, with vest and white buttons. It was for spring and summer, and I loved it. It was St. Patrick’s Day and I had a meeting with Avon on 57^th Street. The offices were very fashionable in those days and I figured here was a chance to wear the new suit.

St. Patrick’s Day dawned cold, raw and windy! Doggone it I was wearing that suit, no matter what. Not only was I wearing the suit, I was wearing it without an overcoat.

I arrived at my office that morning and got my comps and notes together and decided to walk over to 57^th Street from 54^th Street and let me tell you, walking along the streets of NY, in a raw driving wind and freezing temperatures in March is a challenge.

Arriving at the client’s office, I was greeted by the client, a woman about early in her 60’s, who was a smoker, talked tough and had a nasty attitude, but loved me! She would always greet me with a smile and even smack me on the back when she saw me. Reeking with perfume she greeted me as I was escorted into her office and sat down. Leaning over her desk she said to me:

“Good morning Joe! Love your blue suit, it complements nicely with your red nose and ears!”