These are the weeks of the year when the weather here in Maine has caught up with the great weather everywhere else. The temperatures are in the 90s, the streets are empty, and everyone is at their camp, taking a dip in a lake or river or the ocean. It feels like high noon in a western movie, only crickets chirping, if you stay in town. I am not in the mood for cooking, only drinking buckets of ice tea and reading an ebook in the shade. Summer.