Still, I suppose a summer by any other name would still smell as sweet. Somehow I've crammed a million best summers into a half-century of living. Riding waves on Southern California beaches. Peeling potatoes and hikes among the hydrangeas in Portugal. Tundra jumping on an island in southern Alaska. Road trips across these great United States. Climbing the stairs to and from the shore from a condo on Cape Cod. Getting welcomely wet on a log ride at Disneyland. Kayaking on Prescott's peaceful lakes among the granite boulders and the ponderosa pines. In 2020 I would've explored Normandy and Brittany with a gaggle of word nerds had it not been for COVID. I hope summer has a lot more in store for me.