Taking Drivers Ed in Summer School at Great Neck North

The summer I was thirteen I went to a suburb of Barcelona with my cousin and his family. My cousin was an International lawyer who won an award at graduation from Harvard to study International law in Europe. He met and married another International lawyer from Spain. She went home to her parents every summer with her two children and was joined by her husband for two weeks. Her parents managed a large hotel with la piscina (pool), they had many large catered weddings and. of course, a siesta after lunch every day. - I was their guest for eight weeks. I was known as La Americana and EVERYONE wanted me to drink Coca Cola. My father said I could go before my mother said I couldn't.

summer of 1969...I was in "the Village"...enough said

The summer I was 16. I had no job, a boat, and a fantastic tan. Everyday on the water with my friends water skiing and hanging out. But the best part was going out at night and being in the pitch dark and the only thing you could see was the moon jelly fish glowing in the wake. Awesome...

...and then there was the birth of my son in the summer of '08...that was pretty cool too :)

The summer before I went to college. Many a party at night on the beach. Like Riva, I need not say more. . .

Summer: Austral or Boreal? Having lived in the southern hemisphere for a number of years, I'm kind of bifurcated.

Summer as a kid meant a month of sleep-away camp in Pennsylvania (I went for nine years with largely the same kids and the same counselor), and then a month with my Godparents in Chilmark. We'd decamp in the station wagon (always a large Pontiac), with my two older cousins from South Carolina in the car and somehow squeeze into a three bedroom house with one bathroom. Until 1967 there was no electricity, the kitchen sink had a hand pump and the telephone was shared with the three other houses on the road; you picked up the receiver and waited for the operator to say "number please." Very Mayberry. No television until 1969 when we got a 15 inch black and white table model to see the moon shot. There was a generator for electric lighting and the operative word was "primitive." Best was hanging out with my amazing Godparents, Bernice and Clarke (one of my son's middle names is Clarke). She was unbeatable in Scrabble and deadly at Bridge... and drove her baby blue Mercedes 280SL much too fast.

They were Quakers. Long ago and far away...

Just about any summer I did not attend SeaBreeze Day Camp. I have memories of a summer probably of '60 at Rockaway Beach and others in the Catskills wandering creeks and streams the next two years or so. Summer weekends and weeks on the North Fork. A lot of great concerts at Central Park when Wollman Rink was put to its best use pre-The Donald. These days I still do the shows in other parks and venues, BBQ (some we host) and enjoy the Deepdale Pool.