When the Chicago winter comes around in November, the cool breeze is a refreshing break from the swelter of summer. In December, the holidays keep you warm. In January, it’s new year’s minty cool. In February, dreaming of spring keeps you company. But when it’s March 16th and I’m standing out side scraping snow and ice off my car because of a fresh snowfall, I get pissed off and my weary patience has long been used. April better be freakin’ sun shiny happy.