" I wake up early every morning to get proposals and things done before the phone starts ringing.
Everyday I pick some music for that 0 Dark Thirty time. Today, I picked a Beach Boys Album. Yes, I'm old lol.
And, even though I'm sitting here in the Florida Keys and have been for the past 6 years, all at once I was at Eaton's Beach on Lake Weir in central Florida on a hot summer night in 1968. I picked up my coffee, leaned back in my desk chair, closed my eyes and ....remembered.
We'd water ski all day and then dance all night on a wooden pavilion with a killer juke box.
That was the summer of muscle cars like GTO's, Chevelle SS's, Dodge Chargers, bad boys, and kissing til your lips bled lol. I had to be home in the driveway at 11 pm and by 11:05 my Dad would be flashing the front porch lights.
My boy of summer would walk me to the door and then drive off, just a little way down the road. We'd wait for my Dad to settle in for the night and then I'd sneak out and we'd walk the fields behind my house, talking, dreaming and kissing and lying under the stars.
He couldn't start his car up again because those cars made a lot of noise. He had a red Chevelle SS. The car was bad, he was bad and it was summer. I was in heaven, I just didn't know it then.
I swore I'd never be one of those old people talking about how good the old days were, but, they were so good, so very good. Thank you Beach Boys for taking me back there for a little while."