Summer Sounds Remembered

      More Letters From Paradise
       Summer Sounds Remembered
      One sound was baseball.  It wasn't so much the game's win or loss,  but the sound itself.  The   announcer's eager voice, the roar of the crowd when a ball was hit or a man scored.  Every so often the voice urged you to buy Blue Blades or Stroh's beer.
      There were other sounds too. The creak of a porch swing, and the slam of a screen door.
Another sound was the clickety click of the push mower as it mowed down the protesting grass.  Then silence for a moment,  only to be repeated again.
      And as twilight turned into night there were other sounds.  Crickets and frogs sang, while radios played dance music, and an army of small boys played kick the can under the street light.

           Aloha
           Grant