It's summer. Ok, the summer solstice hasn't hit, but anything past Memorial Day is summer here in New Jersey. It's hot, it's humid, the poison ivy is blooming. So, it's time for Jersey Girls to get ready for summer. Pull out the swim suits, beach towels, beach chairs, Coppertone, luminescent pink nail polish, Sun In, and most important, trashy books: tis the season for Janet Evanovich, Martha Grimes, Reginald Hill, Carolyn Hart, Edna Buchanan, Archer Mayor. No serious reading from Memorial Day to what we used to call (before political correctness) Give the Lake Back to the Indians Weekend -- the weekend after Labor Day when the "summer people" went back to The City (New York, but nobody had to say that) and we got Lake Hopatcong back to ourselves. We pretended it was our favorite weekend of the year. We pretended we were happy to see the summer people go. Actually, the summer people were fun, but the traffic wasn't. I kinda miss those days Up the Lake (Like Down the Shore, prepositions are not necessary). Life was simple, full of swimming, softball, Monopoly on rainy days, making ice cream. And books that didn't pertain to school. Well, some things didn't change.
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