August 31, 1987, Neenah-Menasha Daily Northwestern
With the clock ticking loudly and rapidly, as the last grains of sand move down the hourglass, we frantically squeeze the last remnants of pleasure out of our summer before the inevitable hits...the first day of school. Some upcoming autumn afternoon, when we least suspect it, the river will call to us and we will recollect such carefree enjoyment, gazing out the window, momentarily distracted from the lesson at hand.
What a great shot by photojournalist Dick Meyer and such wonderful prose by Our Gracious Host, David! I can well remember those days of suddenly realizing that summer vacation was nearly over--how fast those summers went!
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