
I grew in a time when summers started before Memorial Day and didn’t end until after Labor Day. This week, I watched the neighbor kids head off to school this week and wondered who stole the summer. Kids didn’t get out until mid-June, and already they were heading back.
In my day, unless the weather was bad, we were expected to exit the house and not return until the lunch bell sounded, kicked back into the outdoor zone, and don’t dare showing up before the dinner bell (mom had one of thos...
Published on August 28, 2012 21:01