thoughts on summertime

i remember cramming into the cruddy non-air conditioned family car & road tripping to national forests & peaking in strangers cars. i always wished we'd go to disneyland or the beach, like everyone else. but now i appreciate that we didn't; that i saw the land. i'll never forget driving cross country in the '79 camaro, hot and sticky, with my smelly little brother who always crossed over his half of the back seat. i was familiar with the stereotypical parental arm flailing around from the front seat to grab whichever seed was making it a long trip.