Get 2 Tall Boy Beers, Not 1, Not 3
Going in search of songs that sound like summer.
Growing up in the Florida panhandle, I took summer for granted. I never realized how much I loved it until I spent 12 years living in San Francisco, where summer does not exist.
In Pensacola, summer is a separate entity with its own character traits: humidity tinged with salt water in the morning, petrichor following the inevitable afternoon thunderstorms, and sunlight at dusk that makes everything glow as if under a black light. When I worked at my hometown newspaper over the summer, the pages of my reporter’s notebook got damp when I stood outside.
Although the smells are worse, I love summer in New York City, too. Everyone shows up to social events sweaty, but the sun sets at 8:30 p.m. Which means it’s time to break out the jean shorts and the summer songs.