I was sitting on my back porch eating a peanut butter and honey sandwich, drinking sweet, looking at the trees and listening to the birds. Driving back in from church I passed 2 lemonade stands, one which didn’t even have any adults in sight. Every yard in the neighborhood has an American flag in it (not exaggerating, someone took a whole bunch of American flags and put one in front of every house). I didn’t move to the suburbs, I moved to the 1950s.
June 29, 2008