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A Summer Place is dedicated to my Grandma Lois. It reminds me of long summer days, red lipstick and pearl encrusted hair pins. A Summer Place is dancing to old vinyls — the humm and scratch of a record player. It’s having a martini with a twist promptly at 5 o’clock and not a moment later. A Summer Place reminds me of soft hands and warm embraces, having a glass of iced tea on a warm day. It’s words of wisdom and unconditional love.