Summer is a shooting star that dazzles as it streaks past us. We drove with the windows down, hot wind
at full blast. We let grains of sand hide out between our toes. We took shelter behind sunglasses. Now, so soon, it’s September and we only have lomography to remind us of the finest moments. So,
what did The Long Haul Project do with our summer vacation?
We rode our bikes through the center of the city and on sandy, coastal sideroads. Well, until someone stole Tom’s bike from outside a movie theatre. There’s a special place in the underworld for bike thieves!
New places were explored; some in our own backyard like the austere and impressive Bunker Hill Monument in Charlestown. It commemorates a battle between our two great nations, America and Britain. We put those historic differences behind us and kicked back in the grass, looking up at its majesty against a flawless blue sky.
Kicking back in the grass was indeed a favorite pastime. We took up semi-permanent residence in the Boston Public Garden where we picnicked and sun worshiped our way through many a Sunday afternoon as the Swan Boats paddled by.
What’s summer without a boat trip? We ventured by sea to the very tip of Massachusetts to visit Provincetown, the gay capital of Cape Cod (if not the world) where summertime is made for hedonism. We got into the spirit with no trouble and wished we could stay longer to play with the drag queens instead of taking the boat back home.
Then there was food. Oh, did we eat this summer. Lobster rolls, fried clams, ice cream cones, lemon slush, hamburgers, fresh bread from the Farmer’s Market. It’s a wonder we could squeeze into our bathing suits.
Now, autumn is upon us. The air already has a brittle chill and dusk comes earlier each day. It’s almost time for the crimson and orange of fall foliage, the colors of apple-picking and pumpkin pie. But we’re still dreaming about the sparkling blues, greens and yellows of summer for a little while longer.