Archive | 12.07.2010
- The Long Hot Summer
My senior year in high school, it looked as if it were going to be a bigger bore than all the rest. I had just turned 18, the weather was getting warmer and here I was with no job, no car and that meant no girl. On the rare occasions my father let me use his; I'd head to the local drive-in restaurant. I'd sit there ogling all my buddies' girls, not to mention their cars.
One Saturday morning while I was having breakfast with mom, dad, and grandma was there too; the phone rang. It was Doug. He ... more
- The Local
"If you put it anywhere else in the world it would be tacky," someone told Neil once. They had been talking about the little surfer-pub on the promenade, and Neil was a local there. He'd grown up in the little seaside town, and had seen it grow and shrink with the seasons. Already the long hot summer was starting to condense into a beautiful autumn, and the tourists had blown away like tumbleweeds, back to their metropolises and suburban sprawls.
At 23, Neil was an old soul; most of the local kids ... more