It had to happen sooner or later, of course, that the summer
would end, and that life would resume its typical humdrum course of ‘normalcy,’
as if summer were more of a carnival show than a respite, more of a vocation
than a vacation, since huge sums are made and squandered in the business end of
summer—traveling, resting, relaxing, recreating, and procreating, or working at
it, anyway.