Reprinted from FB post 05.23.25. Memorial Day Weekend: we're staying home this year, but I have many memories of cold campgrounds and northern resorts, often wearing a winter jacket. This morning I'm remembering a mid-seventies holiday weekend in Old Orchard, Maine, with roommates Jim and Glenn. We rented a car in Montreal and drove to Maine singing with the radio the entire trip. We stayed in a hotel right on the beach and I, of course, had to go swimming. The water was frigid, and by the time I was accustomed to the cold I must have been in the early stages of hypothermia. I had to wrap up in many layers of towels and blankets and I buried myself in bed while the two guys went out to party. I shiver, and smile, at the memory. I would like to say that I'm a lot smarter now, but at least once a year I find myself swimming in water that's really much too cold for all but an enthusiastic labrador retriever. Safe travels to all who all who are on the move this weekend!
