Long Day on Wednesday and a couple of colleagues stopped for a chat at the end of the day

Now that the lack of winter is bringing people out a little more I've been noticing a few things in my travels:

Everybody crams into the first driveway going into Wegmans, not sure why. Watch, next time you headed to Weggies, most everybody will head for that first way in.

Nobody waits for a parallel parker to finish his or her attempt. More and more, people will pull into the other lane and into oncoming traffic instead of waiting a couple moments. Are we all in that much of a hurry? None of us are that important, me thinks.

I've been moonlighting at the Arena for some of the events down there (for the unitiated) and getting to be a part of the goings on on the Easter Sunday game was a blast until the Sabres managed to lose the darn thing. It was a kick going past a bunch of friendly tailgate parties, even getting a cheer for my red usher coat, only to have the home team blow the game and mess up my arrival time for Easter dinner at my Mom's. With my luck, my next chance at some extra income will be the Backstreet Boys show in June.

Ventured down to marina to get a taste of faux spring yesterday in the company of number one son. It was nice to see the Hatch getting ready, and some small signs of life, even better still to see the lake moving again. The Marina is one of my favorite spots and to see it when the water is still is jarring. Maybe we have FINALLY crossed beyond into something beyond winter.

I'm recultivating my passion for dives for food as well as good drinks. I met a good friend, she turned me onto Boomerrangs, and we went over to Maggies for fish frys the other night and they were awesome and good, and cheap. I like an honest meal like that. I came back feeling full and happy, we capped off at the Pink before the young bucks came in.

The lineup for the Waterfront concerts has been great so far, so I have high hopes for summer, having already bought tickets for Dark Star Orchestra, Elvis Costello and Great Big Sea. I like Tragically Hip, but I think I'll listen to them from outside the fence.

Buried another uncle in the days leading up to easter and when that type of gathering happens as often as it seemingly has, you take levity whereever you can find it. The good folks at Durham Memorial have a repaste after services, but it is a full on old school fry up. On the way into the room, an aunt remarked about the scents coming from the kitchen "bet there ain't a chicken within 4 miles of this place still moving."

And it was pretty good.

Never been a big booster of sponge candy, but as seen at the Broadway Market today, if this doesn't impress, you need a checkup.