I don't care what the seasonal or school district calendars say: the last day of summer is and always has been Labor Day in my world and mind and heart.
It was the last hurrah day down at our condo on the Jersey Shore, the last day of endless sun, one last chance to enjoy the fun.
Then we'd pack up and head back to Pennsylvania the next day, Tuesday, before school went back into session on Wednesday.
Our vacation condo and the entirety of OCNJ was THE happy place of my childhood and I still miss it so. I spent 20 summers there...and now have been gone 15. Time flies!
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