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Summer – Dr. Hallowell Style

Okay, here’s a “note from Ned”

Summer.  It’s the season of childhood.  No school.  Long days. Roads under repair. Beaches, beachballs, and the sweet smells of suntan lotions.  Hot dog trucks, standing barefoot on the white lines of parking lots to avoid the burning hot blacktop, ice cream vendors, and band concerts.  Fireworks on the Fourth of July and maybe a parade.  Old folks sitting on their porches cooling themselves with a handheld fan and a tall iced drink.  Baseball, of course.  The boys of summer.  Fenway Park, Wriggly Field, Yankee Stadium and Chavez Ravine.  The slide into home plate, the cloud of dust, and the umpires spread eagle “safe” signal followed by a torrent of anger from the team that thought the runner was out.  On the fields of those ballparks, the greenest grass you’ll ever see.  And the best hotdogs you’ll ever eat, the best mustard, and the most satisfying colas and beers.  The crowd rising in the bottom of the ninth when the walk off game winning home run settles into the right field seats as the dejected right fielder starts the long, sad walk back into the visitors’ dugout while the home team swarms the field and covers the player who hit the home run in bearhugs.  Men loving men, fans loving fans, and everyone, even the losing team, loving life.  Time stopped, joy protracted, boredom forgot.  …. Bicycles, honeysuckle, and dandelions.  Youthful romance.  Making out in the dunes and wondering how long love will last.  Wondering what’s love and what’s, you know, just the allure of the other.  But no pain in it, just the joy of being alive and not knowing enough to fear much of anything.  The crash of the surf, the smell of the salt air and the dry seaweed, the crooked piece of driftwood you lean against after kissing, or whatever you did.  ….  Cookouts, toasting marshmallows, burgers, and, when you’re old enough, cold beer.  Beer is summer, for some it’s wine, but white wine, or rose.  …. Hammocks, summer reads, lawn sprinklers, and hydrangeas, peonies, pansies, lilacs, lilies of the valley, and roses of all shapes and sizes.  … Restful, lazy afternoons, outdoor showers and the joy of being naked in nature, skinny dipping, and maybe stealing someone’s towel before they get out.  Miscellaneous mischief is summer, as the season is so forgiving.  Frequent comments come July to the effect of, where has the time gone, summer is half over and it feels like it just began.  …. Wondering what happens in winter where we forget how sweet and slow life can be and still be all we need it to be.  … Weddings are summer, and lobster salad served in a buttered, toasted top-cut hot dog roll, with some slaw and a big old stick of a pickle.  Steamed clams.  (You can see I grew up on Cape Cod.)  And corn.  Of course, corn.  On the cob.  Peaks in August.  Bits of corn stuck between teeth, picking out the bits while reaching for another beer and laughing when your girlfriend makes a face at you.  … Old cars, fixer-upper cars, with quilts and towels in the back seat and sand everywhere.  Pumping gas.  And music, of course.  On the car radio, blasting out from speakers somewhere, or in earphones as you walk along.  … Dreams, sweet dreams, stroked by the light in the lighthouse as it makes its 360 sweep every 12 seconds, counting the times the beam crosses your bed as you fall asleep late into the night.  Getting up late, too, coming down to blueberries and coffee and a ripe melon.  …. Juicy, summer is juicy.  The juice of life pours out in summer and bathes us all, salty sweat, saltwater, and the breezes that billow out the curtains in the upstairs bedrooms.  … Dogs running free, tubas in the parade played by the old man who still runs a barber shop and the trumpets played by the twins who own what’s still called the package store.  ….  This is the season to slow down and relish all we have, including that forgotten but still delicious condiment called relish!  I wish you all a glorious summer.  Revel in it, relax in it, and don’t forget to take a nap.

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