I suppose summer ends in different ways for different people. The start of a new school years. Labor Day. A certain feel to the season of movies. The return of network television after a summer of reruns (or reality television, thank you, Big Brother). Here’s a classic Andrew Osenga song about summer coming to an end. Wonderfully dated and enjoyable.
Always grateful when a three-day weekend dovetails a camp weekend.
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