1. The smell of warm grass being mowed.
2. FudgeSicles.
3. Riding my bike to the municipal pool in Grand Junction, Colorado, spending the afternoon munching Sugar Babies and drinking Pepsi.
4. My dorky little cream-colored, dial radio turned on all night to the KISN Top 50 Hits. "I'm just a lonely boy; lonely and blue..."
5. Lakeside and Elitch Gardens amusement parks in Denver, and the amazingly garish, glittery beads I won playing Skeeball.
6. Cruising up and down 15th and 16th Avenues in my 1955 Mercury, trying to get boys to follow me and my friends northside to The Scotchman Drive-In, then refusing to acknowledge them.
7. Crawling through my gable window onto the roof when it was 90 F., watching shooting stars until 1:30 a.m.
8. Dusk-Til-Dawn $1.00 admission to the drive-in theater to watch American Hammer horror classics like The Tomb of Lygia.
9. Trips to Sally's (pronounced "Sollie's") market for a pound of sliced luncheon loaf and a bag of Wonder Bread for my mom. Wonder Bread=a soft, bleached baked substance with a kind of yeasty smell and no crust to speak of. The package assured us that it built strong bones.
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10. Royal Crown cola in a chest-style cooler at the local Conoco station. We paid fifteen cents per bottle, and that included the deposit.
What are your recollections?
Mac


In August 1997, I moved from New Rochelle to St Louis and immediately got a
job at an AMC theatre. I love mid-western summers. Or maybe it was just the historical/fictional aspect of what Mark Twain wrote about.
I didn't even realize how much until I saw the Everlasting/Ever Playing
Imax film "Lewis and Clark" at my science center job.
We all got bikes eventually. My folks would buy one a
year...always second-hand...and pass one down the line.
My mom and my dad(in Arkansas) both have air conditioners, and I finally bought a fan this summer. I've used it maybe 5 times in two months. I
think they said it's going to rain again this weekend.
