When I was growing my, my parents lived (and still live) on a busy country road. I was never allowed to play in the streets. But my cousins lived in cul-de-sac neighborhoods where they could ride their bikes freely and set off fireworks and play tag…in the street. I loved going over there and feeling the summer asphalt through the back of my shirt as we stared up into the sky, deciphering clouds.
I came back to that on Friday night. Mike and I went out to Panini’s in Strongsville for dinner and drinks with some friends. After rainbow shots and a grad party, we walked back through our friend Matt’s neighborhood, full of cul-de-sacs and slow drivers and soft green lawns.
We got back to his house, but opted to stay in the street–mostly because Stef decided to pull a Notebook moment and lie down there. Warm asphalt, laughing, throwing flip-flops, acting like kids in junior high–only drinking beers and smoking cigars. 🙂 It made me feel young. We sat there until 2am talking about God knows what. It was great.
It made me think of all the great times that I did have in the streets. Lying in the middle of Claremont with my friend Bob Bob after walking back from Buffalo Wild Wings while I was in Ashland. Walking with Mike through the neighborhood we shared in North Carolina, dancing in the pine needles.
It’s the simple things. We all need to get back to that every once in awhile.