Hot Summer Nights
Greg Sabatino, principal partner of the Sabatino/Day/Williamson Group, took some time to write down a few nostalgic thoughts about cars, music and passion. Here are his musings and my comments that follow:
It was August and hot, and the sun was free of any clouds in the blue Ohio sky. My buddy John was where he usually was, underneath his candy-apple-red Dodge, jeans and a pair of Converse twitching on the blacktop every time he turned a screw or hammered something into place. I was under the huge maple in the Smiths' yard slurping on a purple Barqs John’s mom had given me. My car, a rusted ‘52 Chevy had to be parked two blocks down because John didn’t want it within ten feet of his prize machine. I was actually quite proud of it. I could see the street below the floorboard, and I thought that was pretty cool. John thought I was mentally challenged.
I was half-way through my Barqs when John switched positions so that, while his jeans and his Converse were still all I could see, he was lying on the seat with the door open, messing around with something under the dash.