Stuever: It's never too soon to regret the summer we didn't have. Those pangs start now, on Memorial Day, as summer already slips away, like losing your favorite sunglasses again, and wearing a new pair that never feels right, that you regret buying. Let's not wait and do this in the last week of August, let's regret summer now: All the nights we meant to eat outside, until we saw how long the wait was for a table. All our dirty furniture on the deck, which is really only a balcony, which we regret.
Teddy Kennedy has cancer in his brain and he's already been sailing once since he got home from the hospital, probably more. We regret that it's another summer and we still (still) somehow don't…
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