Summertime, summertime, sum-sum-summertime...
Hot summer nights.
Lazy hazy crazy days.
A midsummer night's dream.
Maybe more than any other season, summer lends itself to clichés and idealization and bad romantic poetry. How many times can you rhyme June with moon before it loses all meaning?
But, conditioned by our youth to see summer as a time of liberation and possibility, with long days stretching before us like uncharted territory begging to be explored, we cling to our seasonal fantasies long after adulthood has compelled us to accept the abrogation of "summer vacation" to one or, if we're lucky, two weeks at the beach or in the mountains.
In that spirit, we offer this small sampler of sundry summer sophistry. So pour yourself a tall glass of tea or lemonade, settle back into your hammock or porch swing, and wait for a cool breeze to ruffle the pages...
A Camp of One's Own
Or, what I learned by skipping swim lessons
Up and Up and Up
Tripping to the rooftops of the Biltmore Estate
Knoxville has had tourists for more than a century. But what it tells them about itself keeps changing.
Secret Summer Spots
A smorgasboard of local notables' favorite summer haunts
Calendar of Summer Events
March 1, 2001 * Vol. 11, No. 9
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