The Screen Door Slams
The List: What we loved and didn’t love so much… about Summer.
Add your own, please…there’s a tiny bit of it left. Fall begins September 23.
(reprised from last year by no one’s popular demand)
- -temporary suspension of ambition
- -light past bedtime
- -outdoor showers
- -a very, very cold sancerre or new zealand sauvingnon blanc
- -girl twin learning to swim without death grip around my neck (possibly rendering immediately above unnecessary) and boy twin stops torturing her about it
- -tomatoes, lobster, watermelon
- -running every day without my lungs needing antifreeze
- -yard sales
- -my neighbor vrooming his motorcycle around the block at midnight making us all feel about 19
- skinny dipping
- -jellyfish stings (add mosquito, bee, etc.)
- -outdoor glare on the laptop screen
- -plastic adirondack chairs
- -people trying to have1950’s june cleaver vacations in a mercedes minivan
- -you discover they really did pave paradise and put up a parking lot
Mary’s dress waves, like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays, roy orbison singing for the lonely…………
hey that’s me and i want you only…
i loved this. brought back a lot of memories. i remember my dad teaching me how to dive and how excited i was to finally be able to do a real dive. ice cream cones,corn on the cob (i set the record for how many one could eat) catching fireflys, being able to stay up late, a visit from Nani
keep up the great work you do.
don’t turn me home again I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside darling you know just what I’m here for
Cause you’re scared and you’re thinkin’ that maybe we ain’t that young anymore…
So you’re scared and you’re thinkin that maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith there’s magic in the night, you ain’t a beauty but yea you’re alright
And that’s alright with me!
So you’re scared and thinking we aint that young anymore…
Show a little faith there’s magic in the night
all the redemption I can off is beneath this dirty hood.
+ Dawn Patrol surfing safaris making it back by 9:30 to take the kids to the pool
Flip Flops and ice cold beers
No one personifies summer like Bruce. Thank you for bringing him front and center, just where he deserves to be. Can’t you just hear that screen door?
Screen porch and beach reading, 4th of July fireworks, corn on the cob, flip flops, popsicles, shopping for new school clothes seeing your friends again after vacation
“We do, doodley do, doodley do, doodley do,
What we must, muddily must, muddily must, muddily must;
Muddily do, muddily do, muddily do, muddily do,
Until we bust, bodily bust, bodily bust, bodily bust.”
–Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
The languorous, eternal, magical air that Summer brings to the back yard.
The stunning end of the day on the Atlantic Shore…
The gritty, sweaty, yet laid-back air that comes walking down the street in Manhattan.
The sweetness, and freshness, of our daily bread.
show a little faith
there’s magic in the night
you ain’t a beauty, but hey
you’re all ri-ight
oh and that’s alright
It’s a town full of losers and I’m pulling out of here to win
What else can we do now? Except roll down the windows and let the wind blow back your hair. Well the nights bustin’ open these two lanes will take us anywhere.
The scent of suntan lotion wafting through the air (preferably Hawaiian Tropic-you know the one, with like a negative SPF)……
My most favorite sound in the world is the sound of a screen door slamming. This sound never fails to transport me to the magical carefree world of long summer days at the beach with a loving, loud, sometimes crazy family.
Oh, for God sakes…here’s the whole thing!!
The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside, darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me
You can hide ‘neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain for a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I’m no hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night’s bustin’ open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven’s waiting down on the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it’s late, we can make it if we run
Oh oh oh oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely for words that I ain’t spoken
Tonight we’ll be free, all the promises will be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone on the wind, so Mary climb in
It’s a town full of losers, I’m pulling out of here to win
editrix ted, whoever you are, you’re my hero