Thus far: dusty, sunburnt, freckled, sweaty, washed, barbecue, frozen custard, beaded glasses of tea, the curtain of green. Fambly and friends.

But damn, there are ghosts around every corner in this town. Last time, there was just the overwhelming sensation that I don’t live here anymore. This year the memories lurk, and I can’t drive through downtown without twenty years rushing in on me, or turn down a backroad without remembering that it’s also the road to X’s mother’s house, and wondering why I wasted so much time on him.