The Obligatory End Of Summer Post

Summer to me will always be the summers I had as a kid in Chicago. Not having to get up to an alarm. Watching the game shows, Dick Van Dyke, and Bewitched in the morning, reading a book while eating lunch which usually included Mr Salty(tm) pretzel sticks. Then there'd be the Cubs game on channel 9 after lunch ("It's a beautiful day for a ball game, for a ball game today!"), followed by bike riding and general outside horsing around until dinner, then a game of team hide and seek, running bases, or kick ball until it got pretty dark, which thankfully wasn't until 9 or so. Then a can of pop, which was a rarity in our household, and a couple of those Flav-Or-Ice (r) popsicle thingies up in my dark attic-converted bedroom, with no AC and only a box fan in the window to provide any relief from the heat, the only light coming from my 12-inch black and white TV where I'd watch old movies until 3 am.

Summers as an adult pale in comparison, but at least I have AC, now.