And Another CNY Tradition Taking Care Of...Sitting Out Back Under the Canopy Drinking Budweiser with the Folks (After Ordering Out)

At least we didn't order from Chubby's. That's the usual tradition. And I miss the days when Bonnie would walk over with a vat of ziti or a mile long carrot cake....also the days when men lined up around the block to drink cases and cases of Budweiser until they stumbled home at night to their wives...

okay...no one really misses those days...they were nightly (and right outside my bedroom window where my father keeps his fire chimney.

But those were the days, and all of us were missing the swimming pool, which was a hub for CNY summers from the time I left for college and beyond. May-August meant every one in the pool for our stupid games, praise, barbecues, and conversations.

Cynde and Casey have dad's tent pimped out in solar disco lights so there will be might Firefli competition this summer. 

But there aren't any Labatt's Blue in the refrigerators, neither upstairs or down. I suppose that phase ended rather quickly. 

The bird sounds and skies remain universal, though...so does dad yelling out to any neighbor who dares to step out of their house. He's also parking in lawnmower in the backyard every night and when asked why he responds, "I don't know. I've just been doing that." 

And he has. 45 years of routines on Amalfi Drive. Crazy to recall all the memories and to witness all that has changed. 

Blink of an eye. Blink of an eye always.