“Summertime, and the livin’ is easy…”—Lyrics by Ira Gershwin and DuBose Heyward; Song by George Gershwin THERE’S A ROMANCE IN THE WORD “SUMMER” that doesn’t surface in any other word or season. It’s like magic as it conjures up a mystical brew of childhood memories: camps full of arts and crafts, canoes on the lake, and fun-filled skits; beach trips with a thousand “are we there yets,” along with sunburns, oversized hats, and gritty sandy sheets; and time spent at the neighborhood pool, at the movies, or in front of cartoons eating cereal with no place to be—pure bliss.
As grownups, many of us work throughout the year and no longer experience the release and exquisite ecstasy of hearing, in the immortal words of Alice Cooper, “School’s out for summer!”…