Summers are for children, college students, and adults who had the foresight to become teachers. It’s also for wealthy freewheeling adults, the kind who make enough money that they scamper off to Lisbon, Patagonia, and Burning Man every June, July, and August, but who somehow also work jobs that don’t mind they are gone most of the summer. Perhaps you have confused me for one of these “fun rich” types. I’m sorry to disappoint, but these multi-colored Tevas on my feet are my attempt to look hip for casual office Fridays, not for cruising the fjords of South America with my polycule.