Everyone seems to have their birthday around this time of year, which is a good thing because it sorta forces people (myself included) to give up their excuse to come out a little more often for a week or two…and it works out even better when it seems like almost everyone good you’ve met in the past few years shows up at one point or another. It works out even better when there is an inflatable baseball bat. It works out even better when there is a small group of old gentlemen spontaneously bursting into old folk songs in 3 or 4 part harmonies. It works out even better when it is a balmy 70 degrees and there is outdoor seating. It works out even better when, completely unrelated, the first thing you take notice of in the day about 10 hours earlier is a stately woman pushing her baby down the sidewalk in the shielded stroller, pausing to pick an expired dandelion and show it to her child, who has no idea that he can blow that thing to smithereens with one puff of his cheeks, and he won’t even get in trouble for wrecking it. But he might get a little sweaty because it’s 85 degrees with no trees for shade in early May, and wrecking nature can be tough work.