The official arrival of summer is only two days away. The time is coming when we will eagerly await the Taste of Minnesota and the difficulty of remembering where we had parked the car too many beers afterwards. It is the Basilica Block Party. It is the season of twenty-four hour severe thunderstorm warnings interrupting our mind numbing network television viewing. Summer means much longer waits on the first tee box. Corn dogs, county fairs, sunflower seeds and sno cones. Summer is the constant buzz of the ringing vibration of the afternoon's lament of the Blue Bell Ice Cream man serenading the children and the over prescribed reluctant adults. It is eating too many mini-donuts, missing too many or watching too many baseball games. The fight through crowds for over priced stuffed animal prizes won to impress possible first dates among the circus of the Freak-show midway. It is Johnny Sweatback trips to the horsetrack. Summer is the season for sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair while one hand pats the family dog, while the other swats mosquitoes, grinning because the second sense is knowing that the State Fair will be here before we know it and the Twins are once again starting to become more competitive. It is a U.S Open where Lefty collapses due to questionable judgment and a Tiger is surprisingly missing among the green grass and over crowded galleries. It is the fortnight of tennis in London. So ring the bell, fire up the grill and grab some hot dog buns. Summer is upon us my friends, and to that I lift a tall glass of Country Time Lemonade. So do yourself a favor and find a nice tree, lay out on your back, and grab some shade.
Hope everyone has a summer worth remembering. Much love peace and happiness to you and yours.