Maybe I'm resisting that fall is sending out smoky feelers to entangle the waning summer days. Or maybe I'm just overrun by cheesy nostalgia...Either way, so many visual vignettes of late suggest a retro summer memory song. Sighting our friend's top-down Corvair pushed play on "Groovin'... on a Sunday afternoon...".
I always thought the song was "Cruisin'... on a Sunday afternoon..." thanks to childhood Sunday afternoon drives - albeit in the family car, along slow back roads to town, careful not to kick up to much dust, with high hopes for luxuriously creamy soft serve ice cream. Not quite groovin', but definitely a happy version of cruisin'.