…the fat guy in the hippie/hipster healthy food store, standing in the checkout line, grimly clutching my baguette (best in town, the high school French teacher says), when a woman says to me, “What could be more wonderful than a nice bread?"
What? I’ll tell you what. July, that’s what. A day that’s not icy cold and up-to-your-eyeballs white. A day when you don’t spend half an hour struggling into layer after layer of clothing only to discover you’ve got your shorts on backward. That’s what. Summer.
Meanwhile, Some Guy writes from Seattle, "So far this week I’ve seen about a dozen daffodils in full bloom. Flowering plums and cherries are going nuts."
Shut up.
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