Summer in Boston May 25 2014
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Itâs about that timeâNHL playoffs are coming to an end, youâve got over a month until the MLB All-Star break and the weather is breaking just enough where itâs completely acceptable to crush thirty-seven Sam Summers before dusk.
Thatâs when you know summertime is just about here.
I often think about summer when I was a kid. We didnât vacation to the islands, take flights to Disneyâor even get to many games at Fenway [it ainât cheap now and it wasnât cheap then].
Go back 23 years or soâŚ
Summer in my household was all about Little League baseball, riding bikes and fist fighting with my brothers on the front lawn.
I never really understood the concept of a âsummer vacation,â but what I did understandâŚrunning through a sprinkler was just as good as having a fancy in-ground poolâor at least thatâs what my old man led me and my brothers to believe.
We did always look forward to our annual trip down the Capeâholy shit was that an intense process!
Once every summer, the old man and my mother would stuff my two older brothers and I in the back of the 79â Impala, fly down 93 South, hit the Sagamore Bridge and then pop off exit 9A to West Dennis Port where my fatherâs good buddy owned a tuna-can sized cottage that weâd make home for the week.
It smelled like stale air, pine needles and moth ballsâit smelled like shit. I mean summer--it smelled like summer.
But it was all worth itâŚ
Ah yes, the West Dennis [Public] Beach. This place was packed with 40,000 kids, 10,000 screaming parentsâŚand one frigginâ ice cream manâŚONE. We would fry in the sun and freeze in the waterâjust as long as we got a âPink Pantherâ Popsicle with the gumball eyes. Genius.
The point of all thisâit was a typical summer for people around Boston.
The Cape wasnât Aruba or some fancy resort, but it was half a tank of unleaded gas from Boston, inexpensive and it had Kreme Nâ Kone. (Tell me you have had better onion rings anywhere else and I will call you a liar.)
That is what the Boston Scally Company is all about. We share a lot of the same traditions like sports, familyâŚand even our summer âvacation.â It is really pretty simple when you think about.
You tough it out all winter and spring, just to catch that 12-inch striped bass off the jetties in Juneâonly to throw it back in hopes youâve got enough squid in the bucket to catch one you can actually bring home.
For many of us, it was the only beaches we ever had a chance to experienceâbeside Castle Island of course.
How do YOU remember your summers as a kid?
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