Back when I still had hormones, dahrlings, I had spring surges. Ah yes, the pulsing desire to smell a flower and hear birds tweeting while bonking the gardener.
I tell you what I have a pulsing urge for now, Pumpkins. Not having to defrost my windshield. Fat lot of good the year-of-endless-snow did us. Stalling planes and jamming traffic and mucking up what should have been a bumper crop of ‘get me outta here’ charter chasers.
If you’re thinking we just can’t win, you’d be right on the U.S. dollar.
But fear not, frigid ones - stock forecasts are calling for a spring surge. Warmer weather, if it ever gets here, will stimulate hot consumption. John Zechner, chief executive of some investment place, said that Transat A.T. is ready for “the big one” come third quarter. (I’m pretty much always ready for the big one - hormones or no hormones.) And if Putin doesn’t put boots in more countries, Europe should continue to book up nicely. The river boat is queen and land touring is king this season, Pumpkins.
