Little known fact:  a generation ago, the month of June used to be twice as long.

Growing up in Cannon Falls, the big summertime event was the Cannon Valley Fair, held July 2 – 4.  I would save my money all year in anticipation of wasting it on crappy food, rigged carnival games, and portable thrill rides slapped together by largely disreputable, itinerant purveyors of fun (and drugs).  This meant that the period from the end of the school year until the start of the fair was the longest on the calendar.  It’s hard for me to believe that, as a kid, I used to wish for time to speed up.

Seriously, a week in June seemed interminable.  It’s not like I was lacking for things to do, but there was very little I had to do on a daily basis.  At the risk of being too nostalgically schmaltzy, I’d like once again to experience a time where the basic challenge of each day is how to make the time pass faster – to have that innocence of simple anticipation – and a willingness to get on a ferris wheel assembled by gentlemen with no teeth.