Photo: Robert Collins / Unsplash June has always been one of my favorite months. I especially get swoony when I get a whiff of wisteria or lilacs. These fragrant clusters of purple blooms scream "It's JUNE !" and transport me to Jefferson Elementary School in Maplewood, New Jersey, where I grew up. At the end of every school year, there was an assembly in the auditorium. Row upon row of hard-wooden mahogany folding seats that made creaky sounds when you opened them to sit down, then snapped closed when you stood up. Once each of the grades -- from kindergarten through sixth -- was in their places, Miss Lorenz, the music teacher, walked to the front of the auditorium. She'd raise her arms like a conductor preparing an orchestra, then ssssh-hhh the restless students. It was the sacred moment to sing the song we'd waited for all year, a snappy tune that marked the end of another school year and the beginning of summer. I can't find a recording of it anywhe...
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