March in the Southeast is like a pretty red head in a short skirt. We are always glad to see her, she will show you a little leg, flash you a smile and when you least except it stab you with an icicle. Back shortly after the Jurassic age, when I was a freshman in college, 4 buddies and I swam across a small cove in Sardis Lake in north Mississippi during the first week in March. It snowed the next three Wednesday with enough snow for college kids to play in each time. In March 1993, my son came home at spring break, Atlanta was hit with an ice storm, Birmingham got 13” of ice and snow. Birmingham was still shutdown a week later, he returned to Ms State through Montgomery a 100 miles south.

March is fickled!