Troutdale Summers Are The Best

I can hear the band playing down the street at Wink's Sports Bar, where they're having their Wednesday night cruise-in. We've been having berries for breakfast, purchased at the fruit stand down the street. The kids across the street are playing ball in the street. The guy across the street is mowing his lawn. The sun is going down, the sky has just a hint of pink, and there's a tiny cool breeze. And I'm sipping this Corona, just about ready to head off to bed after a very, very,  long day.

Troutdale summers are the best.