I was in Marine on St. Croix with good friends, it is a tradition I enjoy a great deal. In reality not much changes from one year to the next — the narrative is pretty well set — but I do wish I had more of it to enjoy now that I am back in Linden Hills. (I should have done a better job with photos.) Right now it is very simple…I am having a hard time kick-starting my old routines. Even today’s walk in the woods was a little underwhelming. (So damn hot, muggy.)
While out in Marine, on the other hand, there is a swimming pool, a river, and cold clear creeks to enjoy, all pushed along by a steady flow of beer and icy drinks. It is all so good a guy doesn’t even mind dipping his hand into a bag of chips to discover that a dozen wet kids have already done the same ahead of him. They taste the same. And sleep…why I haven’t slept so well in months. (cf. “steady flow of beer and icy drinks” maybe?) Of course I looked a little rough — unshaven, sunburned, and at peace — but it all felt great. This is a holiday you can both dress up and dress down, after all, and be natty regardless of what you care to be…
The Fourth of July. A very brief report.
Fireworks and more fireworks. Beer and brats. Swimming pools and a river. All shared with friends. Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. I might have to reconsider.
- Late Night in Linden Hills (alittletourinyellow.wordpress.com)
- Discussing Lightning and Thunder (alittletourinyellow.wordpress.com)
- July 4, 2012 (megangreiner.typepad.com)