Spring was busting out all over this morning at 7th and Montana ... and if you don't believe me, just ask Mother Nature. She made the scene today in her zippy Mercedes Sportscar, wearing a gown that was so diaphanous she might as well have been going "au naturel." "Good God," said one witness, "She leaves nothing to the imagination." Indeed, anyone looking at the back of her dress could see right through it. "She's not wearing any underwear, unless there's a G-String in there somewhere," noted Bob. I, for one, was thrilled. It's about time they found something to replace Apple Fritters on the menu. Anyone for Hot Cross Buns ...?