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Another year, another series of puzzled looks when I explain why I love this particular day better than any other.

March 4th. Say it out loud. Say it to someone who's in your office and won't go away. Shout it! Notice anything? (They should be running away.)

Today is the only day that is also a sentence. And that sentence is appropriate for the time of year: As winter's grip begins to loosen, this day commands us to get moving and enjoy the improving weather. "March forth!" Go outside, take a walk, notice the soon-to-form buds on the trees.

If I'm ever the first openly-gay president of the United States, this day will be a holiday.

(I realize that every day in March could be interpreted as a sentence--as in, march first, second, or third in a line. But today's homophonic phrase, march forth, is the only one that has a real, expressive meaning. Who's going to get excited about marching twenty-ninth? That just means your last name starts with "Z" in a too-large first grade class.)