The summer dance was always the hallmark of the season. Every person for miles left their habitat for a spin on the floor to some good country music. Every man grabbed hid sweetheart and renewed his vows of love. Even the handicapped were not hampered from a roll on the dance floor. This was also always the time when the mayor would hail the unity of the county and pass handouts to those who were still needy.It was as if every good emotion was harnessed during harvest season and no one wanted to halt the entertainment. It always ended, however, and men who had drunk just a little too much inevitably began the haphazard journey home leaning on the arms of their faithful wives. But everyone knew that there would be another harvest time next year. And that was something worth waiting for.