Oh September, you’re so bittersweet. Change is in the air, goodbye lazy summer nights and salt water sandals, hello Trapper Keepers and Converse high-tops. Alas, my San Francisco existence doesn’t exactly fit those nostalgic memories—September here is when summer begins (and ends). Regardless, Labor Day weekend always reminds of me Cannon Beach, Oregon and Bruce’s Candy Kitchen. Many allowances were wasted away here on giant Jawbreakers and bags of salt-water taffy. My final two weeks of summer were spent barefoot at the beach, hell bent on making the final hours of break, sun, sand and candy-filled. I ventured north last week for a bit of the same, and though lots has changed and I’m no longer in school (though still wearing high-top Converse) I found Bruce’s and the beach just about the same as always—and thank goodness for that. —MR
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