Well, my “growing up” wasacouple of decades before the Weather Channel debuted. Summer was coming whenIdidn’t have to break ice off the dog’s water bowl. AsaBoy Scout we camped year-round, we had .22 rifles instead of squirt guns, andIwas reading The Deerslayer, Ivanhoe, and The Black Rose, in between the Tom Corbet and Hardy Boys series. The three TV networks didn’t even start broadcasting until The Howdy Doody Show,ahalf-hour afterIgot home from school. Elvis was the King, and we wore either PF Flyer tennis shoes or Hush Puppies.