It’s spring! Which, I suppose, means different things in different places. Boston just got dumped on with hella snow; San Francisco is seeing cold (relatively), clouds and rain; and we here in Tequisquiapan, Queretaro in the middle of Mexico are suffering our way through 80-degree blue-sky days. I remember youthful exuberance in Madison, Wisconsin, when we played baseball on a March day when the temperature suddenly reached 50 degrees. We dodged patches of snow that still remained, but I guess that’s also something from the past that remains a wistful memory. Anyway, I’m searching for a theme for this week’s program that really has nothing to do with spring. But look! And smell the blossoms! The Kazakh folk group sings of flowers and Roma Indians from Rajasthan dance for the sheer joy of being alive! Regrettably, Johnny can’t dance as per Clifton Chenier and Billy wishes Stackalee hadn’t doubted his reading of the dice. But mostly it’s a positive bunch of tunes we’re putting forth here...