I got a Where's George hit in Ireland today. Just in time for St. Patrick's Day? :)
With the time change, there's an extra hour of daylight in the evening. That raises the possibility of after-work geocaches. So how did I use the first weekday evening of the season? By going for No Redeeming Value: NJ's Worst Cache! (In retrospect, it may not have been the best choice to get things rolling. :) ) It's in a swampy, slightly trashy, wooded area off the far end of a strip mall parking lot in Kinnelon. The cache itself was hilarious. It's an oatmeal canister with "Not oats. Do not eat" scrawled on it and it was filled with junky stuff such as a piece of fishing line, a piece of duct tape, and a plastic toy soldier. Truly NJ's worst cache, just like the name says!
Speaking of NJ's worst, here's something I left out of a prior journal entry because of length. A number of years back, we had Cussing Man in the neighborhood. He would drive around the town of Ramsey in his black pickup truck with the window down and he would cuss and swear at all the other drivers. I honestly didn't know how people around here tolerated him. I encountered him a bunch of times myself. Then I stopped seeing him. I didn't think much of it. To be honest, I didn't miss him at all. Good riddance, I thought. So I really had no idea where he had gone off to until recently, when I ran into Cussing Man again in Pennsylvania, just outside of Allentown. Yep, same guy, same black pickup truck, except that he had changed the number plate to a Pennsylvania plate. Still the same bad temper. He told me, "Go back to Jersey, [expletive]." Which was funny because of where he himself came from.