The Summer of Love

The weekend was so beautiful. The weather was fabulous. I felt like a 5-year-old wanting to go outside and play, but work kept me in this weekend. However, I did get a few moments to sneak away on this Pentecost Sunday and see the LOVEworks sign in Lorton, VA, at the Workhouse Arts Center. A man was talking on the phone in an orange shirt in the corner, and it looked like Xanadu was playing based on the little chalked signs outside. Kids were also out on their bikes in groups, just enjoying the summer weather. They were the joy in the day and not those $5 and some change gas prices I saw leaving to go back home. I will find the little pleasures and the love that goes with them. Right now, at this moment, with all the mass shootings that occurred this past weekend, it's so necessary to remember the important things, like enjoying life and the things you love, in moderation, though. Ain't nobody trying to be Narcissus out here; we got enough of those.Lol, I guess that's why t

I forgot I enjoy road trips. Memories can become distant when you are an adult, you tend to forget things you love or enjoyed as a kid, and you do it again, and the feeling of the moment or the thing comes back to you. My dad considered himself a roadman. It was nothing for him to get in his Green Hornet, an old 1970s green car from a nice old lady who didn't drive it that much, to get on the road and travel. There is something about summer travel that cannot compare to anything in the world. The way the wind hits your face with the car window rolled down, hanging out in the car with a loved one, family, or that best friend you can't live without with your favorite tunes where highways and byways and intersections and that car becomes a form of home, comfort, freedom.  I came into the world by way of North Carolina down in the Ridges by way of Westfield next to Sauratown Mountains, and my girl Pilot Mountain always laying on her side with her hip in the air and afro on the top,