We stood under the cascading flow of water arcing up from the hijacked hydrant, a bevy of hands diverting the flow so it could rain down on us. We stood there, the boys in white briefs, the girls in multicolored panties, our improvised bathing suits because there was never enough forewarning about when it would … Continue reading The Hijacked Hydrant (Summer of ’85)
I remember thinking about snow in the summertime, when the days were long, hazy, and tended to blend together in an unending line that seemed to stretch out across the expanse of the entire year. But it was all a mirage, a game, a trick of the eye, because I somehow always remembered in the … Continue reading Snow in Summer
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