Here in the Northeast, the summers are short. Throw in a cold spring ahead of it, and it feels like it is already slipping away. Nature offers no guarantee to follow the calendar. Memorial Day jumps the gun on summer, and Labor Day comes ahead of the end of summer weather. In between those days is a continuous lament by the complainers on the quick passing of summer. A radio personality reflected sadly on reaching the midway point between Memorial Day and the Fourth of July. Experiencing a cool June as we are, the complainers see time compressed. I am going to a wake tomorrow and a funeral the following morning. Compressed or not, I still have time, summertime. The sun will shine brightly as we say goodbye one summer day.