I realize that "back to school" means a lot of things to a lot of people. For homeschoolers, it means opening the mailbox with anticipation: boxes of new texts for the new year. For teachers, it means getting into a hot classroom in August, to prepare for kids in September. For moms, it is a check list of supplies. For kids, it is typically a mix of dread and joy.
"Back to school" for me, growing up, meant a trip to Detroit for shopping. We would typically stay with my grandma for a few days, and Mom would take me and my two sisters out, one day at a time. We'd ride the bus - an exotic trip for us country mice. At night, my sister Martha and I would lay awake in my grandma's front room, listening to the sounds of the city: car horns and sirens, when we were used to crickets and owls.
But the best, the VERY BEST, part of the trip: Sander's. For those of you not from Michigan, Sander's is an ice cream/candy wonderland, going back generations. Like Vernor's Ginger Ale (the REAL stuff), it elicits sighs of joy and contentment from those of us who grew up with it.