A visit to my sister's cottage prompted us to reminisce about cottage traditions. All those things you do, the glue that holds a place together and keeps you coming back year after year. It all starte.
Wish I knew Then What I Know Now That Summer of Love in 1967 I turned 18 years old. My next birthday is fast approaching and that number 67 will be on my cake this year. I wish I knew then what I know.
"Hot town summer in the city" or "Going up the country" -- some opening lines that helped define a season in the sun for my generation. Turn up the radio and turn back time to those endless summers of.