March is one of those funny months. Winter is trying to hold on and spring is knocking at its door.
I want to get in a few more days of skiing, but the recent rains and warm days are making it a little more difficult. The guys who ice fish can find enough ice, but before long, it will be difficult to get out onto the frozen surfaces.
On the other hand, avid golfers are chomping at the bit to get out onto the courses. I could go on and on, but you know what I mean. March is the in-between month. It’s not really winter and yet, it’s not quite spring.
The other night, I woke up and could hear the wind blowing really hard. Those March winds reminded me of a time in my youth when we took up kite flying.
We bought inexpensive kites in the local five-and-dime stores. Oh, that’s a term that many of you don’t know. Well there were stores such as Woolworths and J.J. Newberry that sold just about everything at a reasonable price. They had everything from a small food counter to clothes, toys and hardware. Every town had one.
Those thin paper kites just didn’t do it for us kids in the neighborhood. We wanted something bigger that could fly higher. After all, what fun was it to hold on to a short string with a thin, paper kite that flew just a few feet off the ground?
One day, we got our neighbor to cut us some long, thin, wooden slats on his table saw. By the time we were done, we had constructed a kite that we thought could reach the stars. It was huge compared to those little store-bought models.