“Life is nothing but high school … you get into real life and that turns out to be high school again—class officers, cheerleaders, and all.” Kurt Vonnegut
So, going with this idea that everything comes down to high school, I am tickled to witness collective excitement growing in this here city about the upcoming holiday weekend. Yes, everyone has end-of-term fever, work attire is looking increasingly beachy, the subway is emptier as the week progresses. By tomorrow I shall be the only soul left.
Given that the 4th of July is a celebration of independence from the tea-pushing, slave-pedalling Brits, Manflesh and I are heading out of town to avoid a dunk in the Hudson. Keeping to the educational theme of this post, we are staying in the Catskills, in a small former school room where guests are known as pupils and quadrupeds abound. I have been promised horses and goats but also bears. Two of those three I shall endeavour to stroke.
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