Summer’s End

Posted On Sep 4 2016 by

There aren’t too many days in the year that I feel nostalgic. My birthday does nothing for me, not after almost 50 of them. New Year’s Day is a good day to reflect, I suppose, but, like Christmas and Thanksgiving, it’s a bit over-hyped. Every July 1st I remember my brother Jeffrey, who died at the age of 5 in 1977, on January 9th, another day I stop to reflect. But there’s something about the last evening before Labor Day that causes me to turn on some old songs and sit on my deck and really dwell on where I’ve …