Archive for July 9, 2008

Ah, to be a kid in the summertime. Remember? Kick the can. The ice cream man. Wiffle Ball. Zinc oxide. Fireflies. I have nothing but golden memories of summer vacation. When I was really young, family loaded into the brown, wood-panelled Cutlass Cruiser station wagon, and travelled 561 miles to Lake Vermillion, Minnesota where we…

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