Mayday!

For years every May 1st I'd get a phone call from my lifelong friend and musical mentor, Wild Bill Whelan in Washington, DC. When I answered the phone, his voice would sing out,

“Hurray, hurray for the first of May! Outdoor ****ing starts today!”

Then he'd hang up. Bill is gone now, and I think about him often, but most especially on the first of May.