Forgive us for indulging in a little nostalgia but thinking of the first five or six weeks of that summer brings warm feelings to our heart, as Yoda would say.
We were out of high school, thank god, and working our summer job as a camp counselor and a life guard. We had a sense that we had come out of the bad part of our lives and good things were coming. We had a girlfriend, which was the fodder for Patricia Bloom in A Line through the Desert. No, I never snuck into her bedroom, you could barely get to second with her, frankly.
[yeah, you couldn't-Ed]
Still, that summer is the basis for A Line Through the Desert...
[So let me see if I have this right. You wrote an 85,000 word novel because this poor girl, at whom you used to throw rocks and firecrackers, wouldn't drop her knickers for you?-Ed]
Well, I....
[I thought so,-Ed]
Moving on...
[please-Ed]
We remember pleasant things, getting to second with the above mentioned girl, visiting Wesley College...oddly what's always stuck out about that trip is watching the movie Comrades of Summer at the hotel.
[that trip was with you mum, right? Oedipus much?-Ed]
We played a lot of Harpoon and were allowed an MGD after work.
Our best childhood friends, the brothers O'Neill from the Clan O'Neill, were visiting.
[You mean the O'Leary brothers in A Line Through the Desert?-Ed]
Yep. We saw Patriot Games together. Seeing Patriot Games with a couple of Irish kids whose family we to this day suspect has ties to IRA fundraising groups in the USA was interesting. 'The IRA doesn't do that...don't ever call an Irishman a Feinian...'
We all watched Blazing Saddles and we recall our girlfriend getting that same 'really boys?' look on her face that our mum got when seeing Blazing Saddles, to which our mum said, 'I knew I liked that girl.'
[Again with the Oedipus thing?-Ed]
This is one of those times when thinking back all we see is the sun.
August sucked, though.
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