THINKING OUT LOUD

As springtime remains on delay this year, I find that my vision of the perfect spring and summer hasn't changed much since about 1958. Here's what I have in mind again this year.
Norwalk Reflector Staff
Jul 24, 2010

 

As springtime remains on delay this year, I find that my vision of the perfect spring and summer hasn't changed much since about 1958.

Here's what I have in mind again this year.

Put one more coating of Neatsfoot oil on my Rawlings Carl Furillo baseball glove with the "deep well" pocket.

Wear my new birthday sneakers on the playground with the other guys the first nice day.

Take a net under one of the bridges on Ohio 303 and seine some minnows from a creek. Use them to fish for crappies in the river behind Buckley's.

Throw a ball onto the roof of the barn behind our house and broadcast my spectacular catches like Jimmy Dudley.

Listen to my transistor radio under the covers at night, trying to pull in WABC in New York or WLS in Chicago.

Look over the railing on the Vermilion River bridge, throwing stones and debating whether it would be more fun to have a boat or a canoe. Try to get somebody's dad to take us to an Indians game.

Look over the railing on the Vermilion River bridge, throwing stones and debating whether it would be more fun to have a boat or a canoe. Try to get somebody's dad to take us to an Indians game.

Sleep with the windows open, trying to sort out the various sounds of insects, owls and traffic.

Ride my Christmas bike on an actual sidewalk for the first time.

Buy packs of baseball cards and hope against hope that there will be one with a Cleveland player in it.

Walk the river and see what the latest rainstorm has washed up. See if we can find a place to wade completely across.

Try to rig a way for our self-propelled reel lawnmower to pull a cart with me riding in it.

Enjoy the fact that Cleveland is on "fast" time and Huron County is on "slow" time so all the TV shows are on an hour earlier.

Stay up until 10 p.m. some nights.

Ask if I can sleep in the backyard.

Enjoy strawberries and peaches over-sugared by my mother for the brief couple of weeks they are available.

Stand in the sun on the rocks so close to the dam on the river that the mist sprays on me.

Eat dinner on the back porch where it is cooler and where sometimes we will get lemonade instead of milk.

Watch the fireflies.

Play in the water gushing from a separated downspout in a rain shower.

Swim in a farm pond.

Make 50 cents mowing somebody's lawn.

Wave sparklers and wish I had fire crackers.