When I was a kid, May Day baskets were a big thing.  The neighbor kids and my sister Terri and I would exchange them every year.  A little candy and a usually paper basket.  Very simple.  It seemed like mine was always filled with a bunch of those little hard-as-a-rock valentines candies with the sayings on them.  Looking back, no wonder they were so hard if they'd been sitting around for nearly three months.  Do kids still exchange May Day baskets today?  I honestly don't know.

Here in 2014, May Day just doesn't seem like the right thing to call today.  The weather certainly doesn't feel like May.  I've decided today that I'm putting in a distress call to Mother Nature:

"Dear Mother Nature.  Mayday...mayday!  Please bring back spring NOW.  We've suffered long enough.  Thank you for your attention to this matter and I sincerely hope you have a great day!

Sincerely and with the utmost respect for your difficult job,

Bob James and the people of KHAK Country"