Sly Stone's "Hot Fun In the Summertime" set a timeless tone for urban summer bliss. Here it comes again. Right on time.
"Tommy, get the extension cords." Dad said
"Oh, God, not again." Mom said.
When I was a boy on 83rd Street, Dad strung four to five extension cords out our 4th floor window and walked the rope of cords up the fire escape to our roof. Then we'd walk up two chairs, a portable TV, and a spaghetti pot full of ice for our drinks. I saw a hundred sunsets like this one waiting for darkness so we could watch baseball or exhibition football games, Mom declared us nuts.
Them summer days...
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