You always know spring has arrived in Quincy by two specific occurrences. We don’t need a ground hog in Pennsylvania or some sort of eclipse or solstice (whatever that is) to remind us.
If you are a hardcore Quincyan, you know when the big piles of snow melt in the north parking lot at the Quincy Mall it is — for all intents and purposes — spring. And except for some isloated cases, those glaciers are gone.
The other sure sign of spring is when the Girl Scout cookies arrive, and they came this week. And in a big way! I ordered 54 boxes, an equal amount from scouts in both Illinois and Missouri.
I absolutely love Girl Scout cookies, except for the “Thin Mint” variety. But that’s OK, I always order about six boxes of those and give them to my wife. She always keeps a couple for herself and hands out the rest to other family members.
“Don’t you want any, Steve?” I am always asked.
“Oh, no thanks,” I say.
Little do they know I have 48 boxes of the “good ones” stored at work.
A bit much? 48 boxes? Are you going to eat all of those? I get those questions all the time from comrades at the paper.
I proudly answer “yes” to all of those questions, and with good reason.
I’m doing it for the kids.