By Jill Scibilia, CFRE, AFP-NYC President-Elect
Vice President, Development, Phelps Hospital, Northwell Health
There is one more week before Labor Day—the traditional end of summer in New York.
Do you remember the last day of summer vacation before going back to school in the fall? I do. It always seemed to be the very best day of summer. At least that is how I remember it. It never rained. The weather was just hot enough, but not too hot. Our friends and all of us who hung out in the neighborhood where I grew up were on the best of terms. Arguments were forgotten. We were all suddenly the best of friends—at least for the day. We played all day with abandon knowing it was the final day of vacation. We stayed out as late into the evening as our parents allowed. Every year I had the same thought, if only summer could last forever…