I know it’s mango season when my father asks if I’ve spoken to Marilynn.
No last name necessary. In our family, she’s more famous than any Hollywood star: There’s something about Marilynn.
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ABOUT THIS SERIES
• Each week this summer, we are writing about why we love this sweltering, humid part of the season.
• Last week, we kicked the series off with Barbara Marshall’s ode to summer storms. A reader wrote: “I enjoyed this article and ‘felt’ each descriptive image, sound, and smell. Ms. Marshall didn’t ‘tell,’ she ‘showed’ the majestic quirkiness of our Florida natural fireworks.”
• Next Saturday: Leslie Gray Streeter on out-of-town friends and relatives turning her house into a summer camp.