I love summer the way I did when I was a kid. Some sports fans can't stand it because there are no football or basketball games on their television sets. To me summer implies freedom. Life isn't nearly as regimented as it is in the fall and winter. There are fewer rules.
But there are rules. Here are five:
(1) Slow down.
There are more kids on the streets, on bicycles, scooters and on foot. To exceed the speed limit on a residential street, or to go tearing through a parking lot, is to be a fool.
And if you park next to the curb at, say, Harris-Teeter, you impair visibility for other drivers. If you're that lazy, stay home.
(2) Go outside.
I know it's hot. So walk, run, get on a bike, hit a tennis ball or jump in a pool. Move. If you leave your house, even if it's to walk to your car, you're going to sweat. You might as well earn it.
(3) Don't turn on your lawn mower at 7:30 a.m., especially on a Saturday or a Sunday.
There's not a piece of grass on earth that needs to be cut so desperately. Your neighbors will think less of you, although if you're the kind of guy that cuts his lawn before 8 a.m. on a weekend, they probably don't like you anyway.
(4) Despite gas prices, some people will hit the road. Get out of their way.
I'm talking about freeways. If you force another driver to go to the middle or right lane to pass you, you create danger where it doesn't need to exist. The left lane is for faster traffic. If you're impeding the speed of the driver behind you, you're not faster traffic.
Breathe deep. Linger. Laugh. Do things you wouldn't customarily do.
If you're a hard-core sports fan that needs others to perform, you're missing the point. I'm not sure why we were put on the planet, but it wasn't to watch.