Sigh. Summertime in the northern latitudes is a fleeting joy.
As you read this, Labor Day has come and gone. We celebrated my Mom, and the memory of my Dad, with a 30th consecutive White Family week on Cape Cod. It always seems like summer is over when I drive back over the Sagamore Bridge and head home. The days are getting shorter and shorter. Even here in Cleveland, on the western border of the Eastern time zone, my beloved Lake Erie sunsets are starting to occur during dinner. It (Read more...)