Summer's Rebels: Hell No, We Won't Go
ABOUT 4 o'clock this afternoon, I can almost guarantee that I will be standing on the porch of my house upstate, trying to ignore the little demon on my shoulder. ''It's so beautiful here,'' the devil will whisper in my ear. ''The drive back to the city will be so long. The apartment will be soooo hot and stuffy. Why don't you just stay.''