Anybody reading this column who is old enough to be a Gordon Lightfoot fan might recognize the title of this column from one of his songs.
Like many of you, and without going into the reasons why, I could use a summertime dream about now and over the next few days I might get one. I'm taking a grandson and his friend camping and fishing. They're wonderful kids and at that barely-teen age when the world comes alive with things to wonder at while they're still young enough to see it all fresh, all new.
We'll fish in the morning and we'll come back to camp when the day heats up and sit in the sha...
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