A century ago, folks with money packed up the whole family to summer resorts in cooler-weather seaside, mountain or lake locales. Women and children got a free pass at a time when even upper-class women were seen as the intellectual equals of children, while dads toiled in the city to pay the freight for those lavish resorts. Where guests were expected to change clothes four or more times a day, and families whiled summers away in outfits that didn’t allow much movement and endless rounds of stiffly formal meals.

WTF? JUNE already? That means some of you have already graduated. And I missed it while watching reality TV or some other exercise in idiocy. It also means you’re even less likely to be reading this then while going through the motions of being a student

When the half-dozen or so of you last looked at this space, we talked about my 50th high school class reunion — a topic that no doubt commands widespread interest. What follows is the second half, for those who may still be awake.

For the half-dozen or so student readers of this space, “back in the day” may mean 2005 at most. And if any are catching high school class reunions, a fifth-year get-together might be a stretch.

Fifteen years ago, the stretch of Santa Fe Drive from East 10th Avenue down to 5th still boasted boarded-up storefronts, broken glass and unsavory characters to create a trinity that “nice people” — and especially suburbanites wary of urban places — carefully avoided.