It isn’t true that summer ends at Labor Day. These days, for a great many students, summer ended last week as they returned to classrooms. In the antiques trade, summer ends well after Labor Day, which is neither a good or bad thing unless summer has been a long dry spell of no business. If that is the case, you want to take your shot gun out and blow summer all to hell.
My summer has been quite pleasant. Buyers and sellers have been on the move and that is good. I have not quite accomplished all that I set out to do. This because I wanted to extend my windows to the floor of my gallery and because of a certain expert bureaucratese, I will be doing this post- rather than pre-Labor Day. Since my shop is a mess in anticipation of construction, I hope that the buying public will delay until I am cleaned up and ready to roll.
The only thing that I dread about summer other than a complete lack of business are heat waves. Heat waves pay no attention to the date and occur well after the calendrial end of summer. The first year of the International Show in mid-October fell on the night that Hugo started ravaging South Carolina and the barometer in New York City was through the roof. Anyone in New York City that wasn’t sweating that evening was already dead.