Recall people hazy, mad days of summer: Making out in the back seat at the drive-in theater, hanging out with pals at the pool, and cruising the gut in my ‘63 Buick Skylark convertible. Individuals are some of my reminiscences from the times of my youth.
But now that I have “grown up,” my summers are additional domesticated — each individual summertime driving to California to check out our young children. Considering the fact that I’ll be enjoying their organization for the upcoming two weeks, I’m going to use the ideal of two columns I wrote many many years back and hope you truly feel they are continue to relevant. So in this article goes from Oct. 13, 2009: