" But for the more competitive of New Yorkers, even for me, the summer is there to be slurped up. We know summer is the height of being alive. We don't believe in God or the prospect of an afterlife mostly, so we know that we are only given eighty summers of so a lifetime, and each one has to be better than the last, has to encompass a trip to that arts centre up at Bard, a seemingly mellow game of badminton over at some yahoo's Vermont college, and a cool, wet, slightly dangerous kayak trip down an unforgiving river.Otherwise, how would you know that you have lived your summertime best? What if you missed out on some morsel of shaded nirvana?
- SSTLS
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