Summer Balls
BEagle,
Your account sent a series of shivers down my spine; memories came flooding back and, in this instance, distance, like it usually does, did not lend enchantment. Nevertheless, come that time of year, with optimism undimmed, I continue to drag myself along but, ultimately, nothing changes, except the wimmin appear to be even more lovely these days, the drunks even drunker, and the renditions from the various bands even more unintelligible.
All things considered, I find that serendipity is just not what it used to be.
Roll on next year!