Where do you spend your summer vacation? The beach? The boonies? The bleachers? All fantastic. But my family prefers to summer someplace else: 1953.

Or maybe it's 1962 or 1947. I can't quite put my finger on it. But when we get up to our tiny, rented bungalow in the Catskills — actually, just an hour and a half away from Manhattan — we can't possibly still be in 2007.

If we were, how to explain our linoleum floor and white enamel Acme brand sink? How come our end tab ...

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