When I think of summer on Emmet Street, I think of sitting on the front porch chatting with the neighbors, running barefoot in the grass, catching lightning bugs and neighborhood block parties. Those parties were a blast—we got to stay up late, sneak sips of Dad’s beer and listen to the raucous banjo playing that broke out as the evening wore on.
No summer block party was without food. Platters of burgers, freshly cut melon and other bounty from our gardens made it to the picnic table.
What sights, sounds and smells bring fond summer memories back to you?