Summer is a woman. Hot, sexy, wild, hazy, soft, flashy, and dangerous when wet. She can be full of stings and bites…but she’s also endlessly beautiful, satin smooth, fragrant, sweaty, and instantly changeable. But what a time to be alive. Summer has stars in her eyes, her song is thunder, and crickets and surf. She wears flowers and newly cut grass for her perfume. And her nights sweat with flexing, moonlit naked passion. Summer is such a time to be alive. And where the heck did this summer go ? The lazy, crazy, hazy days of Summer…with the under the boardwalk nights, watching the fireworks…and making some of our own…and the most beautiful girls in the world in their summer dresses…and walking in the sand. There’s still some time left, but as Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie Generation always says: “Life is like a giant roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end the faster it goes.” Time to grab a share of the Summer love you’ve got coming to you…now…it’s going by pretty fast.
Summer is my woman. I’m about to miss her…terribly. Before you know it, the witches and hobgoblins will be running around, then the turkey trick or treaters, and soon enough, Jack Frost’s snow and ice will be nipping at your nose. In some small way I want to help you to remember Summer like a Summer lover too. So let me give you a “Where did the summer go” gift…for this week only. There’s a story in my lovin touch spoken word CD about Summer loving. It’s called, “Losers.” It’s also in the current podcast. So to help you remember Summer till the forsythia bloom again in the Spring, and the grass turns green, and the wind is warm in your hair, I’ll send you the lovin touch personal audio album via a download…free. No strings attached. Just drop me a note at Dick@DickSummer.com. Just this one week only…then it goes back to CD Baby and Amazon for distribution and sale. When you get the album, if you want to share it with friends, go ahead. But please don’t sell it. Also if you feel like it, I’d appreciate it if you’d tell Amazon.com what you think. But you don’t have to do that if you don’t have the time/inclination. No strings. Free gift.
The lovin touch CD is important to me. For a while, I told those stories on the radio. Many of them are based on things that happened with my Lady Wonder Wench. When you’re on the radio, you tell your stories, and then you forget them. But she didn’t forget them. We were many miles apart, but she could hear the radio station. So she listened and took them down in shorthand, then typed them out and saved them. That’s how the Random House lovin touch books were born. More importantly to me, they were the only connection we had to bridge the hundreds of miles between us. It’s a long story, some of which you’ll find in the last chapter in my book, Staying Happy Healthy And Hot. As you know, connections are two way streets and people are very busy. So these are very short stories…most of them are about two and a half minutes each…and if they’re doing what I hope they’ll do, you’ll want to supply your own conclusions to each of them. Again there are no strings to this “End of Summer” celebration gift. I’m not developing some list to bother you with endless-mindless emails in the future. I’m a lousy business man. I don’t keep lists. This is just a “Remember Summer” gift. If you want it, send me an email: Dick@DickSummer.com .
“The Summer has inhaled, and held its breath too long,” is a line from a great old song. A line from another great song goes, “It’s a long, long time, from May to December. And the days grow short, as you reach September.” As Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie generation always says about this time of year, “Enjoy what’s left…before your birthday suit needs a pressing, and the candles cost more than your birthday cake.”
I have a date tonight with my Lady Wonder Wench. We’re going to a nice restaurant, and a show. She’s lovely in her loose fitting, blue, cotton, Summer dress. She has been endlessly beautiful, warm and loving in my life, just like the Summer. And I must admit I think I look dashing in my gold lame loin cloth and purple ostrich feather. I hope they don’t spoil the effect at the restaurant by making me put on a jacket.