Billie Is A Guy's Name: Here Lie Good Friends
Summer is shut - like a door, or a tomb, or a wounded heart. It happened so quickly I didn’t really say goodbye, just shoved a well worn pair of sandals in a box. It’s over, I thought – which is not the same as goodbye.
I remember us sprawled out around a pool, stacking bottles like…
I’ve not given up shorts yet. I still wear wool sweaters with shorts & no socks. It has to drop to the low 40s till I give them up too. Same goes for sleeping on the screened in porch. I grew up in the Mid-Atlantic, I went to Uni in the far northern NY (an hour from Ottawa); but have become soft. Living in southeast Asia, spending time in California have adapted me to preferring the heat & possible high humidity. (That dry heat concept is total BS, when it’s 100+ it’s hot, no buts about it.)
