Evans

anyone still have a Slip ’N Slide? Honest to Evel Knievel who hasn’t had a blast hurtling along the grass on one of those watered down sheets of plastic sometime in their lives?

Too much speed and you go flying off the far end like a ski jumper gone loco. Not enough velocity and you bog down in midtrip like an ’04 Taurus with a busted fuel line.

Let the kids take their turn. Let the grandkids go, too. But do not stop there. Come on, mom, the Slip ’N Slide is beckoning. Come on, dad, forget the furloughs and the layoffs and the blankety blanking unemployment checks that somehow seem to be perpetually AWOL. It is time for the Slip ’N Slide.

You too, grandma. Hop aboard, grandpa. My mom is 92 and if it was not for a bum hip, I swear she, too, would go sliding across the grass compliments of Wham-O.

So let’s get out and have fun. Keep the group small. Wear a face mask if you want. Don’t wear one if you don’t want to. Political discussions are banned. Nothing said about Mr. Trump or Mr. Biden. Protest signs must be parked at the front door.

A round of Popsicles for everyone. They are on me.