The Music of the Night

There are certain sounds that tell me it is summer at Penwood.  One of them is the distant sound of live music and revelry coming from the North shore of Fourth Lake, from Daiker's.  I remember hearing those sounds as a kid and wondering what was happening there, what it would be like to be there.  Now the sounds fade into the background: soundtrack of the summer. Daiker's is one of those Adirondack businesses that has survived and thrived.  The music and joyful shouts continue to echo across the lake every summer, like clockwork.  I am in Manhattan now and there is a very different soundtrack, but it too becomes secondary and fades into the background, like the faint and reassuring music from Daiker's.  We hear horns and the shouts of kids leaving class at the high school across the street; sounds of drunk guys coming back from the bar with their friends at 3 am; the sirens punctuating everything else with their jarring staccato bursts.