Is it really almost Labor Day? Whatever happened to the summer? When I was a kid, summers seemed to stretch on forever. Days were spent lollygagging along the river, trying to catch minnows, dipping in here and there to stay cool. Summer meant pick-up games of “pickle” on the quiet street in front of our house, stealing bases, and hoping the kid with the ball would overshoot. It seemed almost every day the ice cream truck came by, our highly trained ears could pick up the tune blocks away. If there was a pool we played “MARCO POLO” (caps for emphasis, we were loud) for hours and hours. How did our parents put up with us? Oh yeah, they didn’t, they pretty much ignored us most the time. At least during the summer.
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