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Toto, I don't think we're

Toto, I don't think we're in New York anymore ...

I was walking up Peachtree to the office this morning, and someone was mowing the grass outside of their office building.

The first day of Spring, the skies are blue; I'm walking up a decidedly uncrowded sidewalk and smelling fresh-cut grass. How weird is that?