I discovered this vaguely-remembered New Yorker cartoon in an article I saved from the 7/21/1980 issue. That was almost 40 years ago. I liked it then, I like it now.
(The caption on the cartoon, in case you can’t read it, says, “You don’t really much like summer, do you Edwin?”)
Like all good cartoons, it has a ring of truth to it. I have seen many people on a beautiful summer day at the beach or boardwalk, or at a park or even a backyard family picnic, that don’t seem to be having fun, and there is nothing anyone can do for them. They are not normally so grouchy.
The basic problem is that they just don’t like summer. Perhaps they don’t like the informality of the season. Maybe they don’t like their summer clothes, maybe they miss the big roast dinners of winter, maybe they always feel sweaty and sticky. Whatever, there is nothing anyone can do for them. They feel out of control. Solve one problem, and they will dwell on another. But everything will be fine once fall arrives. Meanwhile, leave the door unlocked and they will be inside watching TV no matter how nice the day.
I love summer, but not everyone does. Every season has its positives and negatives. Just as with a spouse, enjoy the good and ignore the bad.
Garrison Keillor concludes his weekly online column today with: “I am okay. Wallet, cellphone, house keys. This is all a man needs. Wallet, cellphone, house keys. It’s spring. We’re going to be okay.”
He’s talking about springtime, but that’s close enough. And I don’t even have a cellphone.