Thursday, August 16, 2007
In Ah-mare-ee-ca
The residents of my neighborhood are getting restless. I can notice it everywhere. It hasn't been to bad weather-wise, even pretty nice. Overnight temps hover in the 50-60 F range. And the daytime temps only climb to the mid 80's.
But regardless the end of Summer is near. Victory Day is Over, Back To School sales are beginning to occur. Labor Day and the start of the school year are a few weeks away now. That means cooler temperatures are soon following. Less and less time to loiter on the sidewalk and stoops of houses. Fewer nights to stay up until midnight cursing and laughing. The Hell's Angels are revving their motorcycles well after bedtime, shaking (literally) the pictures on the walls of nearby houses.
One day soon the weather will cause this, too, will to cease from occurring. Cars drive by blaring music from regions all over the world: Cuba, Mexico, Korea, Detroit. Soon the windows will have to roll up and the music projection into the community will be stunted for a few months. The ice-cream men will have to stop driving around playing off-tune nursery rhymes (although one does play Christmas Songs, so maybe he'll still continue to circulate as the leaves change).
Yes, my neighborhood is diverse, and as Summer ends it only appears to be growing louder and more present. The resident's are grasping on to whatever they can to make these days last just...that...much longer. ¶ 8/16/2007 07:56:00 AM
But regardless the end of Summer is near. Victory Day is Over, Back To School sales are beginning to occur. Labor Day and the start of the school year are a few weeks away now. That means cooler temperatures are soon following. Less and less time to loiter on the sidewalk and stoops of houses. Fewer nights to stay up until midnight cursing and laughing. The Hell's Angels are revving their motorcycles well after bedtime, shaking (literally) the pictures on the walls of nearby houses.
One day soon the weather will cause this, too, will to cease from occurring. Cars drive by blaring music from regions all over the world: Cuba, Mexico, Korea, Detroit. Soon the windows will have to roll up and the music projection into the community will be stunted for a few months. The ice-cream men will have to stop driving around playing off-tune nursery rhymes (although one does play Christmas Songs, so maybe he'll still continue to circulate as the leaves change).
Yes, my neighborhood is diverse, and as Summer ends it only appears to be growing louder and more present. The resident's are grasping on to whatever they can to make these days last just...that...much longer. ¶ 8/16/2007 07:56:00 AM
