Ah, summer. I love this time of year.

I've got the doors and windows open right now, listening to the crickets and the whippoorwills.

I can remember as a teenager, in the days of 97c-a-gallon gas, driving around just about dark just for the heck of it. Smells of honeysuckle and barbecue and cool night air and freshly turned earth, Toby Keith on the radio, watching for deer and armadillos on the road. Maybe stopping by the creek for a quick dip, that sugar-white sand squeaking under my bare feet...

Yeah, I'm feeling nostalgic.