Sorry if I’m not amused. I’ve heard all the Elsinore jokes. (Heck, I even wrote a jingle about some of the bad times).
Nonetheless, if I could package all that’s good about the pond, I would lay it out for you right now. It’s called: October.
Summer finally having broken, the 100-degree days are done. The nights have finally dipped below 60 a few times, (more…)