For some reason, the sound of two motorcycles furiously racing down Route 9 last night evoked a memory of childhood. It’s a summer evening, say 1965, on the banks of the Mohawk River, Schenectady. My parents have just played several rounds of tennis at Collins Park while we three kids roamed around, never far from the thud of a serve and the rhythmic volley that followed. We’re getting ice cream at Jack in the Box. Yum — vanilla soft serve. It’s July, which means the shadows hold off in a way that makes the day seem endless, in a season that feels endless. Time would return soon enough, of course, in late August when we’d head to Sam’s for new Keds and wander the school supply aisle of Woolworth’s for pencils and erasers. I still love buying pens and notebooks! As much as the freedom of summer thrilled, I always loved going back to school.

C and his girlfriend are in town for a wedding on the Cape. In fact, they should just be sitting down right now at a farm in Falmouth.

I’ve been wanting to make a Key Lime Pie for a bit now and having kiddos home is as good a reason as any.

The hard part will be waiting til tomorrow to have a slice.

To close, a few pix from the Good Trouble rally at Newton City Hall from Thursday, July 17. It was a little underwhelming, still I’m glad we went, especially to hear a pastor exhort us (white suburbanites) to step forward and do our part because “Black people are tired.”