(From MSN/Esquire Magazine -- By Charles P. Pierce)
Summer should have a personal beginning, something that has nothing to do with astronomy, astrology, or when the Sumerians decided it was time to put the beans in the ground.
Summer begins the first time you ride in a convertible with the top down, say, or at the moment the halter tops start running around SoHo.
The start of summer is when you first turn the garden or eat an ice-cream cone without wearing a hat.
For me, summer doesn't begin until I hear THE ISLEY BROTHERS sing THAT LADAY (PARTS 1 AND 2) randomly on the car radio.
Maybe yours doesn't begin until you hit that first pure 1-iron.
Hey, there's always hope. It's summer.
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Tim Harmon, thanks for the post.
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