Spring break ain’t what it used to be, folks. No beer chugging, no trip to Daytona Beach (that’s how we rolled in the ’80s) and no tan to be found. But that’s ok. Now it’s runs on the trails, neighborhood Easter egg hunts, and time with family and friends. And because of that, I’ll be logging time in the real world, not the virtual, this week.
See you next week!