To Remember Summer By

While I was visiting Shelly in May, Stokes had a beer-bq.

We sat outside of the house drinking cheap beer and eating fresh tomatoes while
some boys made burgers on a grill.

Back home, we ran into Laura at Bucks. She thought it would be cute to
see the little boy she was babysitting eat ice cream. We did, too.

We walked through the flea market, marvelling at the forgotten treasures and
antique cameras that had seen more than we could ever imagine.

A few times we visited Rita's. We enjoyed enormous ice cream twists with
rainbow sprinkles and cold, lemon italian ices.