The beautiful weather continues. It is sunny and 73°. The afternoon will get hotter, up to 77°, but the breeze keeps the feel of the heat at bay. I’m planning on a slow day. I have a couple of house chores but nothing too strenuous. I have an errand, a quick one. I expect to be napping by two.

Saturday has always been my favorite day of the week. When I was a kid, it was exploration day in the warm weather and movie matinee day in the cold. I rode in the summer and mostly walked in the winter. Uptown wasn’t very far. It was the center of my town and had just about any store or shop you might need. The exception was the First National. It was down the street from the square but still on Main Street. We once had a pet store next to Santoro’s sub shop. I bought a chameleon there. It didn’t last very long.

I was born in my town. It was called The New England Sanitarium and Hospital back then. It closed in 1999. It sits atop the hill where the first hospital was built in 1899. It looks a bit creepy now. Some of the windows still have inside window coverings.

I was never scared much when I was a kid. My father’s stories of the man with a hook had me looking behind me if I walked alone at night, but I was young. I really didn’t expect to see anything. I was just being cautious. I have never believed in ghosts. I don’t think of graveyards at night as scary. I used one as a shortcut when I was in high school. Nothing ever jumped out at me. I never believed anything hid under my bed or in my closet. Nothing unearthly moved in the dark. We did like to scare each other by jumping out of closets or screaming at one another when it was least expected. I did jump. I always laughed after.

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