It’s interesting, how life works.
I grew up in a city with a never-ending winter. It would get chilly in September (Indian
summers were rare), and sometimes snow in October. I remember more than one Halloween with flurries
on the ground. I’d skip our high school
football games on Thanksgiving morning – mostly because I hate football – but
also because it was freezing! I’d wake
up extra early to clean the snow and ice off the car. It would get dark around 4:30pm. My sister’s birthday is on March 31 – we
celebrated during many blizzards. It
felt like winter would never end.
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| My sister (left), Mr. Snowman, Me (right) Winter, early 80s |
And now, I live in a city with a never-ending summer. Once it heats up, it stays hot. It rains once – maybe twice – from May
through October. The jeans and sweaters
and boots get put away for a long time.
The air conditioner runs all day.
It’s 95 degrees by 10am. I get
tired of shaving. The kids go back to
school in mid-August – it was 109 degrees their first week of school. “You don’t shovel sun,” I like to say, but
even that gets old. Costco already has
their Halloween costumes and Nativity scenes on the sales floor, but I still need
sunscreen.
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| My sister (left), Dad, Me Our annual summer trip down the Cape Early 80s |
Is there a city with a never-ending autumn?
OK, I’m getting off my shoebox now.
