The summer of 1984 marked the 100th anniversary of the roller coaster, which made its debut in 1884 at New York’s Coney Island. I had just been hired at People magazine a few months before the centennial so I asked my editor if I could do a story about it. “I’d like to find the 10 best coasters in America.”
“Call our travel department and book your flights,” she told me. “Take your time. Come back when you’re ready.”
You probably think there aren’t many, if any, holidays between the Fourth of July and Labor Day. Fact is, there are dozens — practically one for every day. So don’t worry, you have plenty of reasons to invite friends over for cookouts. I’ve put together a list of not-so-well-known holidays and observances to help you avoid the summer doldrums. They range from serious to silly, inspirational to insane.
I had no idea how popular I was going to be when I bought my condo in Boston 14 years ago. It’s the top flat of a New England “triple decker.” The wood structure was built in the late 1800s and is on the crest of a hill in the city’s Jamaica Plain section. I was new to Boston when I moved there, having relocated from Birmingham, Ala.
On a recent Sunday afternoon, my landlord showed up on my front porch, ringing my doorbell. He was adamant that I come outside. “You need to see this,” Sean said. Although of different generations (he’s 20 years younger), we both appreciate things that have a history.
There are some things in life that you never get tired of, no matter how many times you experience them. Train whistles, fireworks, lunar eclipses, rainbows — they retain their original thrill. That also applies to a just-picked, vine-ripened tomato. With its cool interior and sweet-acidic juice, there’s nothing better to eat on a hot summer day.
In America, we love our tomatoes. We grow them all summer long — in backyard gardens, and on our patios and decks. We buy them at farmers markets and roadside stands. Summer isn’t summer without tomatoes. Imagine, though, if we could have them 12 months of the year, even in winter. I don’t know about your state, but here in Minnesota that’s become a culinary reality.