Transistor Daze

Sittin in my car (or in my case a bike) outside your house
member when you spilled coke all over you blouse
T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs
We’ve been having fun all summer long

Reality is rebirth. Hopefully we see that whatever seems lost in our memories is really the same as a new-fangled one being revealed when we recall it.
Cove Lake State Park was my summer home. There was a pool there and there were girls in bikinis and there was the Beach Boys or something just as good always playing on the juke box. When the high school guys got tired, a place at the ping pong table opened up.
For 350 bucks, when I turned fifteen I got a little Honda and when I put a quarter’s worth of gas in it and that made it round trip. So I rolled up a towel, put on my jams and tanned my freckly hide as best I could. Then I stayed wet all day long. What’s that quote? Yeah, I always wanted to be Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up. I can’t fly but swimming is the next best thing. The water is my sky. The big joke was when your buds would pull your trunks down as you climbed up the ladder to get out so you were in Full Monty in front of God and everybody. Well, as the Greeks say, A thousand men can’t undress a naked man. Boys are so stupid. My daughter’s bedroom poster states so things haven’t changed much.

Miniature golf and hondas in the hills
When we rode the horse we got some thrills
Every now and the we hear our song
Weve been having fun all summer long

We all went to Connie Sharp’s house. She had horses. A couple of times during the summer, we went on real hayrides not these watered down versions they now do. We all piled in the back of a rickedy farm truck, hanging off in all directions which today would be an OSHA nightmare. There was always that one song that made you think of that special summer and in 1969, mine was Hot Fun in the Summertime by Sly and the Family Stone. The bass voice singing County fair in the summer sun and then Sly’s falsetto and everything is true.

I drove my little Honda to Oak Ridge where they had a putt putt golf course with that dastardly wind mill after slipping on a pair of cut off blue jeans that was last winter’s full length model and a tee shirt that had no writing on the front of it. Nail a hole in one and get a free round. They had hot dogs that spun around in that glass case saying subliminally, Eat me. I always had two and usually went o bed with a tummy ache after adding a snow cone with extra syrup.
John Muir’s efforts helped persuade President Theodore Roosevelt to set aside 148 million acres of forest reserves. A redwood forest near San Francisco was named Muir Woods in 1908 in his honor. He didn’t just see trees or any forests. He beautifully wrote of his First Summer in the Sierra, When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. I hope your summer has been just as inspirational so you can sing like Brian Wilson and Mike Love sang:
We’ve been having fun all summer long.
But alas as Will Shakespeare would say Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Hicks

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