Warmth of the Sun

There’s a sweet sadness about this last weekend of August. When I was in school, many years ago, Labor Day weekend was the end of the hot prairie summer, the end of swimming at the public pool, the end of wasting time poking around down by the river, and of catching carp, the end of vacations at the lake, the end of Twins games on the radio in the evening, the end of root beer floats at the drive-in, the end of precious boredom for dreaming, until the next summer.

This weekend my boys are gone and this Labor Day weekend seems like the end of something greater than another summer. Here’s a sad, sweet song by The Beach Boys with everyone’s special guest soloist, Willie Nelson.

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