We sat at a picnic table under the trees near the shore of Sebec Lake in Maine. The smell of suntan lotion wafted up from a couple of people at the water's edge, and with the scent came a rush of summer nostalgia.
The scene was a sandy lake beach in the Midwest in the 1960's, I wore my first two-piece bathing suit, and tinny surfer music played over a transistor radio.
Coppertone and Sea and Ski were the only games in town, and the highest SPF was 8.
A lot of things have changed, but the wonderful summer smell of suntan lotion is still the same.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
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