This week of the year, as Early Spring deepens and the Sun moves from Pisces toward warming Aries, I keep looking for the colors and sounds that mark the path away from winter. When I look back at my daybook, I see that tulips form one of the borders of time that appear between yellow daffodils and the gold of forsythia. After all, without such borders and markers there is no time or spring at all. And markers like tulips are like themes in songs that weave great music. This week in 1983: I