With my wife heading back to East Aurora this morning and most of the rest of y’all starting school next week, I thought it would be appropriate to bring out what may well be my favorite piece of prose.
The late, great Pulitzer Prize winning Chicago columnist Mike Royko penned this passage as his beloved Daily News was about to go belly up.
I too, adored summer vacation with all the sports, friends, and miniature wargame battles. I’m not a very nostalgic person, but those summer vacations are still some of the best memories of my life. And as someone who absolutely abhorred the specter on an impending school year, I still get goosebumps whenever I read this passage:
When I was a kid, the worst of all days was the last day of summer vacation, and we were in the schoolyard playing softball, and the sun was down and it was getting dark. But I didn’t want it to get dark. I didn’t want the game to end. It was too good, too much fun. I wanted it to stay light forever, so we could keep on playing forever, so the game would go on and on.
That’s how I feel now. C’mon, c’mon. Let’s play one more inning. One more time at bat. One more pitch. Just one? Stick around, guys. We can’t break up this team. It’s too much fun.
But the sun always went down. And now it’s almost dark again.