Until next week ... kisses
You know summer is over when the lifeguards at the local pools and beaches blow the 5 p.m. whistle for the last time and everyone within earshot claps.
Do you remember last September? Once again, summer is quickly becoming a blur.
Ooh a little respect. Adieu to the Queen of Soul.
If it is August, then you must know whoever you are looking for, the Vineyard is where they will be.
Although many among us are able to relax, rest and repose, there are those who continue carry on and forge ahead. One such person who I would like to recognize this week is Assemblyman Al Taylor.
I feel so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring. But it’s not; it’s summer. Time to break out those killer playlists with maybe something mellow, grab a tall, cool glass of lemonade and kick back.
Summer breeze, summer madness, summertime and the living is easy.
They say the best way to keep cool is to think cool thoughts.
You want to get away, but time and money won’t let you. You want to cool off, but the brutal city heat won’t let you. No worries. New York has a variety of ways to do both and have a good time.
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.