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January 28, 2013
WHEN I WAS little, we had a family tradition I remember fondly. It was just us guys: me; my big brother, Liam; our dad; and Dads brother, Keith. Wed camp for a week every year right at the beginning of summer at Sugar Hill State Forest in Upstate New York.

There were three things about that vacation I looked forward to all year long: helping drive the tent stakes, roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, and slipping on that orange life preserver to go out in the canoe.

Something about the smell of that life preserver just said summer to me.