No Fooling!

April crept up on me this year. I'd started thinking it might always be March — a month of unpredictability and extremes. A month of forced gaiety — of green beer and basketball.

But time has worked its magic. Thirty-one days of earthly rotation have brought us to a day of  foolishness and frivolity.

There's been no chance to construct elaborate pranks -- or even simple ones. It's a day for relief and gratitude. No fooling!