But then, often abruptly, Summer arrives. And in one quick, hot, blink, all the dreariness of the months of bad weather is erased. In my book, the worst Summer will always be a thousand times better than any Winter. There are no bad Summers. The memory of all the good Summers before will come back to fill in any unpleasant gaps.
Winters always fade in memory.
I remember nothing, nothing of the Winter of '78. Words and photographs are copyright 2000 by Carol Van Houten and the individual contributors. All rights reserved.