Today is the first unequivocally beautiful day of the year. The sun is bright, the temperature is in the low 60s, it is a splendid day and there just ain’t no other way to say it. Here in scenic western Maryland, the nice weather means two things. First, all the motorcycle owners within a hundred square miles will be out to ruin everything for everyone. And second, the ice cream shop across the street will be busier than the county drunk tank the night of the blues fest.
The place is hopping even as we speak. For the last half-hour or so a gang of nursing students has been hanging out in front, laughing, jumping up and down, carrying on like their favorite team just won the series. Today must have been catheter day. I’ve never seen a group of people so delighted by each other’s company. I can’t make out what they’re saying to each other, but it must be some funny shit.
I deduce that they’re nursing students by the uniforms. That’s a dead giveaway. It’s like Mid-Afternoon of the White Pants over there. Makes me glad I’m an English student. We don’t have uniforms. If I’d been expected to show up to class in a pair of Oxfords and a tweed sport coat with leather patches on the elbows, I would’ve changed my major at orientation. Maybe to theater. I could attend dressed in-character as myself.
The nurse cadets have left now. They all wore blue tops, except for one woman who wore red. Was she their leader? Or was she the new meat the rest of them were breaking in? I wonder. Perhaps eating a cup of the eggnog ice cream left over from Christmas was a part of her initiation.
Now they’re gone, and I’ll never know.