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Everyone has their special memories of Summer. The Summer Break was the reward for a difficult school year and often was defined by the family trip across the country going from one Howard-Johnson to the next. Recently, scholars began to question the negative impact of long breaks away from school and thus, the year-round school schedule was born. Whether you define Summer as Memorial Day through Labor Day or simply the week of July 4th, it will always remain significant in developing lasting memories.
Tomorrow, I go back to school to prepare for the 2011-2012 calendar year. It seems like it took the first six weeks to develop a working routine and then finally enjoy the last two weeks where the kids haven’t driven me crazy. Obviously, like the fact that I get eight weeks of vacation every year and do not want to simply give that up, but there’s always one guy in the crowd that complains teachers got it “too good.”
Those same people fail to see the symbiotic relationship my career has with their lives. If I teach their children, and I get eight weeks off, so, too, do the children. Those weeks in Ocean City require workers at the putt putt and Kandy Kitchen. The lifeguards go to college and they want the summers off too. In other words, if they want to enjoy their beach vacation, then I need to get those weeks off.
Consider this my last stand as I head back to work. I don’t want to work, but the Lottery simply has not been cooperating. I promise to take you around the world with me when I win, if your kids are on Summer Vacation. Otherwise, you’ll have to keep them enrolled so they learn how to act when they become independently wealthy.
Recently, I posted about an event my wife and I used to escape our children and enjoy what has affectionately been denoted “Date Night.” While we were out, my wife purchased a Groupon, the best thing if you’re willing to spend money in the first place, for a movie house that served dinner. Yet another opportunity to go out on the town arose.
You may be aware that I won an oyster eating contest by eating 100 in 6 minutes and 36 seconds offering me a gift certificate at a local bar. My wife immediately commandeered the money and slotted it for use when we could see the final installment of Harry Potter. It amazes me how much effort goes into arranging situations where people hire babysitters while they eat and be merry. There’s nothing wrong with this…really, I think after 7 straight days of changing diapers, I could use a break. I only have one. God help those with five.
The real question stands with the reasons why you want to go out. When you leave your kids to go on a date, does it feel all the sweeter to see them tucked into bed that night as you sneak in to give them that last goodnight kiss? Sometimes, it is just better to leave the kids at home while grownup activities occur. I doubt the patrons of that speakeasy in New York I visited would be considerate as my two year old had a tantrum about whether he could play with the candle on the table. Don’t feel guilty about leaving the kids behind, you are doing everyone else a favor!
Last night, I went to the 2011 Summer Tour finale of Furthur, featuring the music stylings of Phil Lesh and Bob Weir. We arrived early, in fact, even before the venue was open. We drove around and discovered a gypsy-style camp where followers of the band and vendors were hanging out, hoping for a parking pass or miracle ticket. These individuals had been traveling with the band from town to town.
We often wonder what it would be like to give up our daily concerns and hit the road on tour with the band. The problem arises when you discover it isn’t 1969 anymore, and very little free love exists. The mom and pop diners and motels have given way to ultra-homogenized fast food restaurants and chain hotels that offer turn down service. While strolling through the vendors in the lot, we noticed the vibe that comes with $1 beers sold out of a trunk and a falafel grilling on a propane stove. But, like anywhere, there were those who had a gentle demeanor and those that were gruff.
The Grateful Dead survived on the ideals of sharing, but I wonder if too many of the current followers have gotten caught up in the fast lane and have forgotten the reasons they left their life in the suburbs. I had a great time and met people from all over, including a vendor from Colorado that sold us two children’s tie-dyed shirts. Every once in a while I notice I haven’t smelled the roses lately and I think we could all spend a moment to find and stop by them.