Update

 Once upon a time , someone asked me if I would be happy working a job that was not at the university. Since my position at the university closed in 2020, I found myself doing exactly that— working in jobs not at the university. It has been a very difficult transition.  Recently, things shifted quickly and in unexpected ways. The short version is that I am leaving the hotel which I am currently working, having taken a position at another.  The longer version of the story is that I stopped by to see my good friend and former GM at his new hotel. While I was visiting with him, one of the owners came out and introduced himself and we got to talking. After a few minutes, he said he wanted me to meet his brother. Our conversation turned into a job interview and 48 hours later I accepted a new position as front desk, manager and assistant operations manager. After some negotiating, we reached an agreement and I start my new position on April 9. It’s a much nicer hotel and these...

Things To Do Over Summer Break

Until one reaches the age of 6 or 8, one is not aware there is such a thing as Summer Break. Somewhere between 8 to 10 years, Summer Break becomes the second greatest event of the calendar. The Summer Breaks of late teen years look back into the Summer Break of pre-teen years with a sense of longing (nearly mourning) and Adulthood Summer Breaks give us movies like “The Sandlot.”

Not sure when it developed, but since I was a boy I always thought of the “year” as a wheel, like a clock, though very different. The “twelve o’clock” position is on the bottom, starting with “January” and as one progresses around the wheel clock-wise, each month falls into its own section with a corresponding color (January is white, February is icy-blue, March is a light green, April is yellow, etc.). To this day when I think of October, I see brown in the last quarter of the wheel. May through August (for me) are the colors of mowed grass, swimming pools, burned hot dogs, shady woods and the light of the moon reflecting off the water.

Longfellow said it best:

“Then followed that beautiful season,
Called by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood.”


One very late summer night comes rushing back to me because this was the bella notte I hugged a girl and our ears “matched.” They still do, by the way. We check from time to time.

So, what to do over Summer Break?

I think this Summer I shall be grateful.

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