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·Bill Veeck has said that, "the true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball." For me, this was also true until two things happened - the 1994 baseball strike, and my discovery of large scale garden railroading. Now, my harbinger is when I can finally run my trains without a jacket. So, I'm curious as winter comes to a close in the next month or so, what is your harbinger of spring?