This column was written a long time ago, when my dog, Molly, was alive and my cousin, Xena, was a child, not a mother of two. Before I had grandchildren. Before Katherine moved away. But the first week of August is now as it was then. The Top of the Ferris Wheel.  And I still celebrate it every year on August1st.  Here’s why:

The dog days of summer are the tops, the best life gets. So on August 1, every year I stop what…