The hot stove is a hobbled person over the age of 40; it’s messed up when a fan feels joy immediately; you bet there’s a mascot hall of fame
My family put a pool in our backyard when I was in the fourth grade. I was in it almost daily for the next few summers, swimming and hanging out with friends. All the kids in the neighborhood would come by and shoot water guns at each other, play Marco Polo, and dive. The sun…