August is the most schizophrenic month, more so than even March with its lion/lamb syndrome. It’s a mental mess, bursting on scene, all deep-tanned and cocky, teeming with midsummer energy. But in short order, a mere week or so in, it begins losing its gumption, as it picks up beach talk of getting the kids back to school or leaving the Island to figure out dorm arrangements.

With weeks’ worth of August still remaining, the writing is already on the calendar wall.