Peace Love Shave Ice and Popsicles Fellow Babies! Part 1

The sound of the music from the ice cream man's truck

the scent of fresh cut grass
or the charge in the air right before a summer thunderstorm rolls across the high plains

.....supposedly asleep--late nights on my grandma's Independence MO screened in front porch

reading Shakespeare
James Baldwin

and other stuff I was probably too young to read

from her free and open library...