the summer of

… 2014. What? Yes ladies and gentlemen, we are going back in time. That was the summer when everybody called me Baby, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s. Oh wait! Did I get my life mixed up with Jennifer Grey’s again? I thought I’d stopped doing that when I was 13. Too many teenage fantasies of Patrick Swayze to the tune of Solomon Burke’s Cry to Me will do that to you.

Sadly, we’re not going to Kellerman’s today. But we are turning the clocks back to the summer of 2014 (well, half the summer because I’ve run out of photo space on my WordPress account), before dad died, before I got knocked up, before I stopped blogging. It’s day 12 of the NaBloPoMo challenge and we are dipping into the archives, people. I have 72 drafts behind these curtains — 72 half-finished blog posts spanning the past 7 years. This is one of them.