It seems to me that there is nothing lazy about summer. At least not my summer — not these days.
It used to be, I think. Back when I was in high school, it was all Italian ice, Shakespeare in the Park and getting sunburned swimming all day at Jones Beach. Thunderstorms, black outs and heat waves. (No, really, I’m talking about 1989!)
So far this summer, in 2012, I haven’t seen a play or spent any appreciable time in the sun. I’m way to busy for that, or so I think. And then today I had ice cream. (I am still on my perpetual quest to find a good Italian ice outside of New York, however.) And all of a sudden it’s summertime, and I don’t want to miss it. I want to see lots of movies and go to the drive-in and cook corn on the cob.
What says ‘summer’ to you? What mid-year activities/food/sights can’t be missed?
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