Dog Days

These are the dog days of summer. That’s what we used to call mid-July when I was a kid growing up on Long Island: In the heat and sultryness, you could sit in a sailboat for what seemed like hours waiting for the wind to come up. Once, sailing on Long Island Sound, the flat calm lasted so long, we dove off the boat to cool off. Moments later, the air stirred, and the boat began sailing away by itself. I swam hard and caught it before it got away. This story has no point except to give a dog days explanation of why there was no blog here for the last two days.