Summertime and the livin' is easy . . . or at least it's warm. It's also Monday, which means I get to
bug interview Chris some more . . .
What do you love about summer?
The best thing about summer, by far, is that I don't have to get up early to get my kids to school. I love that it gets dark so late that when I quit work I still have hours of sunshine left. Summer evenings are some of the greatest hours we're ever given. I love ice cream, a good summer blockbuster, driving in the car with the windows down and music blasting, and the ocean (not the beach so much, but one pretty much goes with the other).
What do you dislike about summer?
Perfect timing for this question. We're having a heat wave in Boston, four or five days straight of mid-90s and high humidity, and my air-conditioning is not working. If I didn't have to work, I'd be at the beach, with a cool breeze and the Maine water to chill me. I can't abide sweltering weather, but fortunately, weeks like this are rare. What I really hate, even more than that, are mosquitoes. They were bad enough before they could kill you. :)
Any summer blockbusters you plan on seeing in the theatre?
Most of them, probably. IRON MAN was one of the greatest summer movies I've seen in a long time. INDIANA JONES was a lot of fun. People who compared it to Raiders of the Lost Ark are doing themselves a disservice, preventing themselves from having a good time. The other two weren't nearly as good as the original either. You can't recapture something so perfect. My whole family enjoyed KUNG FU PANDA. "There's no charge for awesomeness." We'll be lining up for THE INCREDIBLE HULK this weekend, not to mention HELLBOY II next month. This is an excellent summer for movies.
When you think of the summers you spent as a kid, what comes to mind?
Freedom, of course. We spent a ton of time at friends' houses, or walking in the woods, building tree forts. It was the late 1970s, and though horrible things happened to children then, people didn't know about it the way we do now, and didn't talk about it when they did. Child abduction and that sort of thing seems far more common now, but maybe that's an illusion, I don't know. All I do know is that we were NEVER home. We rode our bikes, had adventures in the woods, found gullies that seemed otherworldly to us, stole bags full of corn from a local cornfield and cooked it up at home. And we walked. Boy, did we walk. The movie theatre was six miles away, and by 7th or 8th grade, we would walk there and back if we couldn't get a ride. We walked to McDonald's, or to get pizza, or wherever we felt like going. We roamed. Honestly, it was glorious.
Make sure to come back to Bildungsroman next Monday for another installment of our serial interview!
In the meantime, check out the previous portions - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 - and browse through the other Golden-related posts here. Also swing by the brand-spankin' new Poison Ink mini-site.