In the dreaded End Times of summer, unscheduled dog days are a sentence to be served, not a gift to be treasured. Boredom is entrenched. Kids are at loose ends. Moms are at wit’s end.

Witness this trio of shots from late summer, some years ago. Malcolm is the victim of an unprovoked attack.

Minding his own business. Swinging.

Suddenly, a hammer fist to the gut – like Lee Harvey Oswald and Jack Ruby!

One ashamed, one sobbing, one exasperated. They say not to wish your life away, but at the moment of this ambush I was hoping the calendar would speed up and school would resume just as soon as possible. All parents in August know the feeling.

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