Midsummer

Longest day, shortest night of the year. In Aberdeen, Scotland where I once spent this date, it never got completely dark and the students in the Aberdeen University residence shed their few remaining inhibitions, along with whatever the men usually wore under their kilts - at any rate, at least two lads did, as a few of the girls in that co-ed residence disclosed when they flipped the kilts up with a handy mashie-niblick. I remember that brief sojourn very fondly. In Edinburgh about 100 Km south, it was light enough for Wendy to guddle in our garden until about 11 pm the first year we lived there. The result was worth it: we had a wonderful flower and veggie garden in the short Scottish summer.