Bunker
Late morning, Tuesday, September 14, 2004 • 5 responses
I spent a long time this summer traveling through rural areas, which naturally made me think, in simultaneously romantic and masochistic terms, about my childhood summers in rural Illinois.
As a kid, summers were hard for me physically. An asthmatic child who couldn’t roll around in the grass without breaking into hives and who couldn’t really handle super-humid midwest US days for very long, I found summers to be much like that which winter probably signifies for most people—long days locked indoors. …