OPINION — The summer of our discontent is at hand. When I asked a professional weather forecaster what we might expect this season, he said, “Hades.”
That was as disturbing as everything else in this disturbing year.
America has a summer culture. You could say the whole of the Northern Hemisphere has one, but there is a special reverence, a profound intimacy, that Americans have with summer. It is a happy place for healing hurts, meeting old friends, making new ones and the extraordinary joy of just basking, even romancing.
