These are things that I think about when I recall summertimes past and present.
Grapefruit Slurpees big enough to last an afternoon of lounging, sun-tanning and talking about boys.
The coconut scent of suntan lotion on a tiny stretch of beach crammed with greasy bodies.
The sounds of the Police, Chris Deburgh, Peter Gabriel, Neil Diamond, Bonnie Raitt, Sheryl Crow or 80’s Techno compilation tapes blasting from a record player, boom box, car stereo or portable cassette player, depending on the decade.
Living without the constraints of a watch or calendar.
BBQ sauce, corn on the cob and Mom’s potato salad.
