June’s Bustin’ Out All Over… A childish “giddiness” engulfs my Uncle Mort annually about this time. Maude says his behavior is as predictable as the arrival of hummingbirds to the colorful feeders the couple hang each summer. “Come to think of it, Mort goes for the ‘red stuff,’ too,” she said. “But his weakness is for the season’s first delectable watermelons.” The old couple learned long ago that May melons don’t usually measure up, serving only to make the bu ...