T.S. Eliot was wrong

In a clear indication that climate change is upon us, April is no longer the cruelest month.

T.S. Eliot was wrong. It’s March.

By April I’ll be fishing open water again. The snow will melt, and the boys of summer will begin play. It won’t be shorts and flip-flops weather, but neither will it be insulated coveralls and Scotch caps weather.

The old saying that March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb better applies these days to April. March typically comes in like a lion and retreats in the same manner.

Oh, we’ll have a few days that will offer hints of what’s to come, but nobody’s y...