Summertime and the livin is easy

You remember that scene in the movie "Friday" when Big Worm is trying to collect his money from Smokey? Well if you don't, you should go rent the movie, grab a friend and enjoy.
Otter pops, drumsticks, frozen root beer popsicles, sundaes with nuts and cherries and goliath piles of whipped cream, chocolate, m & m's, the list goes on and on and on.
What is it that we all love about the summertime? Is it Dave Persyko's mantra of less clothes=more fun, is it the nostalgic memories of summer camp we all fondly recall from not that long ago? Perhaps it is trips to the beach, to the mountains, to lakes, rivers, chillaxin by the pool or turning on some Sublime or Bizarre Ride to the Pharcyde and reminiscing about 1997.
Whatever it is that makes you happy about summertime, get out there and do it. Too much of our time is devoted to computers, meetings, phone calls, bills, doctor appointments, this engagement, that engagement. Enough of this already! It is Summertime and not only is the living easy, it should be easy.
For only a few months each year we find this natural, almost divine excuse to just not really care about much, other than soaking up sunshine with friends, napping away weekend afternoons, and always hopeful that the next road trip will come around sooner than later.
So when you look at your calendar next week and think to yourself, "I really don't want to go to work next Friday" or "There is no way I am going to be able to read all 150 pages by Thursday night", make the decision easy on yourself and simply don't do it. You deserve it! Nothing is going to happen in the Game of Life if you use a "Get out of Jail Card" once or twice or even three times this summer...

Enjoy those slurpees, the baseball games, long and warm nights in the backyard or in the park of your choice. I mean, come on, its summertime, get outside and don't be bummed if you miss a day here or there due to having way way too much fun....we'll be doing it in Berkeley and throughout the Bay Area all summer long.

Danny B in the East Bay of California