I am on vacation this week enjoying blissful peace at the beach. I’ve been catching up on my reading, as well as just chilling out. One of the things that I just got around to reading was Richard Ford’s essay The Myth of Summer in the Wall Street journal. Poor Richard! It seems if you are a millionaire and Pulitzer-winning author, summer, while somewhat anticipated, disappoints in a vague way that can’t be articulated. But it has something to do with going to the Post Office and being afraid in your boat. Or possibly the war.