Sure Signs

This time of year, we all look for signs of spring. Temps edging above freezing. A crocus poking through the snow. The Royals already sucking in Arizona. Here's one I always take special note of. Tipping Day.

This Saturday is Tipping Day. That's the day when by the calendar we're closer to the beginning of the upcoming Kansas City Irish Fest than we are to the end of last one–the tipping point of the calendar year. Stupid, you say? Of course it is. But if it gives me one more reason to keep getting out of bed in the cold, cold morning, I'll take stupid.

So I wish you all a happy Tipping Day. Where's the party?