Climate change threatens the human race, but it makes for pleasant Januaries.
With the Falcons headed to the Super Bowl, a premature case of spring fever grips Atlanta. In contrast to Donald Trump's dark musings, the Big Peach seems to have risen from the pits and now basks in a frenzy of new construction and economic buoyancy.
Driving down Peachtree Road Thursday afternoon, I felt as if I'd been transported to March or April. No dogwoods yet bloomed, but the sky was blue and the sun vibrant. Driving in Atlanta's typically nerve-rattling traffic, I felt like part of the city, a longtime citizen who shared its difficulties and pleasures. After I'd received a positive doctor's report at the Piedmont doctors building I've visited for years, the fine day boosted my optimism.
Alas, when I came home, I discovered that my fantasy was wrong. Trump had only been in office a week. Happy days were not here again.