Elmo and the spirit of his dear friend Abby Hoffman were sharing a cigar on the parking ramp. They were waiting. Elmo didn’t know what for.
“What’s next?” Elmo asked.
“The march,” Abby said.
“The march?It’s closer to May.”
“May be. But May is not upon us. The long, hot summer is not at hand. We must wait until the time is ripe for Revolution.”
“But you’re dead, Abby. And the heat isn’t here. It’s only in the 50s today.”
“Be patient. The spirit of spring will return. And the 60s are coming back by the weekend. “