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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Students everywhere feel a close relationship with summer. It develops early and you never lose it. It’s durable. Le’ts poeticize.. It was a youthful summer of unblemished mirth. In play, our youthful hours were freely spent. We bore such idleness - we were indulgent. Until Lisa confessed, she was less so content and longed desperately for a ‘wholesome reunion’ with her love (Dave) and to resume that courtship in the same fevered spirit as when they last parted, in Paris. “Life’s complicated,” Lisa offered, at the end of our talk. “So complicated,” I agreed. It’s amazing how quickly a plan can coalesce. ANNND, we’re back in Manhattan, at Lisa’s (parents) 50th floor residence. I asked Karen (Lisa’s Mom) once, “If you own this (a floor of a building) is it called an apartment, a condominium..,” my voice faded on the question. “A residence,” she answered after a moment’s thought. She’s a lawyer. Georgia got too hot. Not to dwell on the grotesque side of girlhood - but enough sweat already. Shakespeare (Henry IV) wrote, “sweat extraordinarily, if it be a hot day.” Yep, done that - for really. In lieu of all our pains, we now want AC, high-end amenities, constant concierge services and stunning views. We’ll be back in New Haven in nine short days - and back in class in eighteen. Call 911, someone’s stolen our summer! . . Songs for this: New York City Serenade by Bruce Springsteen New York State of Mind by Billy Joel
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