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.
|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.
|My sister (left), Dad, Me|
Our annual summer trip down the Cape
Is there a city with a never-ending autumn?
OK, I’m getting off my shoebox now.