What do you recall about the summers of your youth? When I think of the summer of 1978, I remember bean-walking with my “Girl Crew” at dawn, trying to get a field done before the mid-day heat found us.

Even though it wasn’t a pleasant job walking the fields, we persevered through 102-degree heat, rain, blisters and the relentless chase of horseflies because we shared a common goal: to get a little spending money we could spend with parental impunity.  

I have many memories of those...