Summer wasn’t all it could have been cracked up to be, is the way I’m looking at it now. I hate to poo-poo it, since it’s hardly ever worth true criticism, but it must be said: Summer 2003 never really came together. Or did it?

Let’s see. The Morning News was in a strange state of being for the whole of the summer. This was, in fact, a point of much frustration and upset for us. We would have loved to publish every day (damn that ‘summer publishing schedule!’), but it simply couldn’t be done. Not with the itinerant plans of various contributors (including ourselves), and not with the continued waiting, waiting, waiting for the stupid summer to finally either put up or shut up. And certainly not with all the other summer commitments that one not only must keep, but wants to keep. And it’s those things that really perhaps what made this summer, upon closer examination, a lot better than I’m giving it credit for.


Skaneateles, New York – August 31, 2003

We saw three different pairs of loved ones marry, and in no fewer than three different states (and a fourth coming in the fall), and that’s a higher wedding-to-summer-nonsense ratio than I’m normally conditioned to. Which ultimately means that things are growing more interesting in life, and that’s hardly worth any harsh letters to the complaint department. Except maybe to the power grid.


Manhattan sklyine in blackout, bad use of flash – August 14, 2003

So, welcome back to the newly revitalized Morning News. I’m glad we’re here again. And I’m glad you, summer, are over. Because, really, your weather sucked.