We’re headed into a warm spell here in Ohio (read: low 40s), which has the birds singing, snow melting and traces of turf peeking through. It also means lots of mud everywhere, which always makes me think of this song.

So whether you’re a fan of Fords, Dodges or Chevies, here’s to a 2011 where we get some things unstuck. (And no offense to any Hutterites out there.)