We have reached that special time of summer – that point when the bottom of your feet have hardened to dark callouses. And as the temperature spikes over 90 this weekend, you’ll have no problem walking across the hottest of beaches. You’ll cruise easily over the rocks in the yard. No need for flip-flops on hot pavement. You have your summer feet, sometimes called “Bali feet.” And you’re all good.

In the week leading up to Memorial Day, I wrote a column that was somewhat of a pep rally for summer.