A Hot Summer Night of Southern Comfort
Hot summer nights. I know them well. I grew up in Southwester Virginia where the there wasn’t much to do and the summer nights were long and sultry—the perfect chance to get up to no good. And we did. Often.
The river was a place we all went to on the evenings of June, July and August. Pick-up trucks, music playing from the speakers, skinny-dipping in the river, and bootleg beer when the older cousins showed up. And, the nights with the guy you liked where you spent hours in the tail gate looking up at the stars and . . . getting up to no good. Very good times and excellent memories. Perfect for a scene in a book. ; )