http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2012/11/phil-mccracken.html
Don't say you haven't been warned.
The title has nothing to do with camping.
It has everything to do with a bunch of immature, yet educated and successful forty somethings taking something very innocent and turning it into something very very wrong.
You know what?
I can't do it.
I just deleted about 200 insanely profane ways to describe a man in a state of arousal, Then I realize I have coworkers that read this....my sister reads this...my oldest daughter reads this...my Mom reads this for crying out loud.
I couldn't do it.
You'll have to hit me up in person and I'll do my best to recreate verbally what I just deleted.
...and then you'll have to take a shower.
What the hell...I'll keep the photo at least.
Sorry.
So now what?
How about this?
June 1st and it was full on Summer here (here being Maine. ...and yes, you smartasses, there is Summer in Maine. Some years it might last from July 1st to, oh, let's say, July 2nd, but it still is Summer).
...and I live about a mile from that picture in the N. No lie.
While mowing the lawn this morning, and battling heat stroke (no lie...I thought I was going down), I started thinking about the things I love about Summer.
Here's a short list of what I came up with...
Nights where you're having so much fun you lose track of time...oh, and throw in a big fire
Parades...
Braving the icy cold waters of the Atlantic
this....
Ice cream....
Kid's having outdoor adventures...
the radio on...
Anything cooked on the grill...
hide and seek...
farmers markets....
playing with the garden hose...
sparklers...
Summer songs...
...and maybe most of all...none of this...
Go out and enjoy the Summer. Do something you haven't done in nine months..before you can't do it for nine more.
“Summer's lease hath all too short a date.”
-Bill Shakespeare
Peace and love.
