in June...

and wave at all the cars that passed by.

Family was most important. Politics were an occasional concern. TV sucked, though.

How cold that outhouse was and remembering the time the hand pump froze.

I hadn't thought about those days for a long time.

I recall as you do, sitting outside in late July hoping for a breeze. The still air thick and humid and the iced tea glasses dripping condensation.

So there's that at least

Real iced tea. With lemon and sugar and tea that you brewed yourself.

Or lemonade from real squeezed lemons.