Three times in one day?! Crazy I know. After I blogged about summer being here, I began to think back upon my favorite summer moments. I'll start with summer of '07. I had just come home from working at my dad's store. It was a shitty night, someone was probably walking in at 10:58pm (we close at 11pm) and couldn't figure out what kind of beer they wanted, and then decided they had the munchies & couldn't find a suitable snack, taking another 10 minutes to find just the right kind of chip. So as I pulled into the drive way and found my older brother Jim, his childhood friend Harry & our cousin Brad smoking their cigarettes & sipping beer, I was ecstatic. There was a heavy fog which brought in the ocean smell & a distant thunder storm; it was a warm humid night, but it felt amazing. After a few beers inside we set out to find the Frisbee & headed outside. The storm had passes just as we got outside, but the pavement was still steaming, the cool rain had beat upon the cul-de-sac which had the hot July sun baking it all day. As we walked down the drive way we were greated by the steam from the road. As we began to throw (?) the glow-in-the-dark Frisbee around heat lightning & thunder filled the skies. It was truly beautiful. I live on this massive hill (second highest in my town thank you very much) so the lightning seemed so close & the smell of the Atlantic is always strong when a storm comes in. So there we were, playing Frisbee with ice cold beers in hand in what seemed to be the clouds.