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Thursday, May 24, 2007
First really warm night of the summer. I mean, it's here; it's happened. Strolling Being dragged down the peninsula by Parker, I saw way more people out at the late hour than usual: people on bikes, a couple with a toddler, two guys standing by the mirror-still canal, strumming guitars and harmonizing something cheezy (I think it was More Than Words.)

Makes me think of summers in Brooklyn. I'd been telling Peņa earlier that, as New Yorkers, my people were not well-versed in the art of cooking barbecue. (Eating barbecue we can do.) This isn't quite true, though; we had backyard barbecues in Brooklyn in the summertime quite often. I don't remember anything fancy; mostly hot dogs and the like, and burning marshmallows in the twilight, and fireflies. We had a small above-ground pool, and Uncle Tom had beer, and maybe my dad had a pipe and both families would sit in the backyard on hot Brooklyn nights and live like we were in the suburbs. More often than not the evening would conclude with Uncle Tom taking us kids around to the driveway to set off illegal firecrackers, or give us sizzling sparklers that we'd chase eachother with until someone invariably tripped and fell and cried.

Yay, summer.

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