Have you ever been lost, listened to Louie Armstrong while hooking a bluegill off your cane pole. Have you ever called a bream a brim, and no one understand the rippling effects the sun has on its reflection, after skipping stones like wishes made, making you sit that much longer till the bullies come cat calling singing a chorus. Can you start your day with eggs poached over red peppers and summer squash. Does the smell of a sweet vidalia onion sizzling in butter call your name, the same way butter in the crust of your peach pie turns the corners of your mouth like a kid that never knew a damn thing about aging. Do your hands ever itch from twitchy crickets and green hoppers, or has the world changed that much.
God, I can't leave out Frank Senatra