My little baby starts school full-time this fall, and I just want the summer to last forever.
Unfortunately, time marches on... with or without us.
I've been thinking of summer lately, and wanted to RePost this article here on Friday and think it goes nicely with next Mondays article.
I've been thinking a lot about the summers of my youth and also this summer, when I wish I hadn't had to spend so much time away from home while at work, as my daughter's youth unfolds before me.
About this time every year, my family would always head up to Maine to spend a few weeks in a cluster of cabins around a lake. My family's tradition of visiting this same lake goes back to the 1960s (I believe), and while the amount of family that still makes the trek, if any, looks a lot different now than it did when I was a kid, it still holds a special place in my heart.
We'd pack the minivan so full of supplies that it made Dad look like he was playing Tetris. The cabins were furnished, but you never knew what would be there waiting for you. Sometimes, you'd have 2 plates and 18 cups; other times, you'd only have one spoon. It was "roughing it" with most of the conveniences of home. We'd load the car with everything from a microwave to a small television set, our fishing poles, pots and pans, and more clothes than we needed since I was usually in a bathing suit.
One August, in 1998, we headed up to Maine for rest and relaxation, and I was worried about missing a wrestling pay-per-view that seemed like it was going to be one of the most significant events in wrestling history. To me, anyway. Nobody else seemed to think it was so monumental.
Jay Leno was joining Diamond Dallas Page to take on Hollywood Hogan and Eric Bischoff, the two dastardly leaders of the new World order.
Tune in Monday with a feature about a classic 1980s movie that reminds me of our summers around the lake in Maine. Any guesses?
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