Every so often I hear someone reminisce about the days when school never started before Labor Day. I can remember my parents surprising us one year by packing us all into the car and driving from the mountains where we lived to Myrtle Beach for the Labor Day weekend. We didn’t have reservations; Dad had been able to take some vacation time rather unexpectedly. When we got home we all went back to work or back to school. I’m not sure if that was the time we came home from a trip and found a garage door window broken out or if I am confusing this trip with another. At any rate, Labor Day weekend is still a signal of a (more…)
