What happened to “those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer” when you could “dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer.” Remember those words sung by Nat King Cole in a kinder, gentler time when summertime meant the livin’ was easy? Not recently.
I don’t expect to put my childhood summers on continual re-wind, days of lollagagging around, hanging out at the beach, occasionally being pounded by a wave, feeling the scary pull of undertow, but somehow being able to stagger up to where my mother sat oblivious.
Nor do I relish the thought of reliving sweltering hot and humid times when, years later, I was sequestered in an office with no air-conditioning. Talk about “hot town, summer in the city,” as the Lovin Spoonful sang. But what about the world beyond the confines of 7 E 12th St. in New York where the focus was on Fashion: reporting on the designers who created it and the Ladies/Celebs who wore it? I’m embarrassed to admit that most current events passed me by. No longer.
Who, excepting cave dwellers and those who shut their eyes and ears to what’s happening, could escape this summer’s headlines filled with news of conquest, war and death: the downing of Malaysia Airlines flight 17 which killed 298 in the Ukraine; the continued unrest in that area; the carnage in Gaza; the shooting in Ferguson and its aftermath; the Ebola virus and the most recent headline grabber, ISIS.
My own drama pales in comparison. But an endless bout of viral bronchitis with its assorted medical hangers-on brought much of our usual summer happenings in the mountains to a halt. Now, on the eve of Labor Day, fall’s unofficial start, I’m hoping for better, more peaceful days ahead – locally and globally.