All the boys in town have boners because it’s the middle of May and all the girls are walking up and down Main in halter tops and almost non-existent shorts.
The sidewalk gets slapped to death by flip-flops. The storefronts reflect the Springtime sunshiny smiles of the light-headed bonerboys, and the streets echo the siren song of the long-legged, mini-skirted Maygirls.
Everywhere he looks, someone is walking or driving by his bookstore café window, passing but not escaping his pen-and-ink eyeball, putting on a show for his papery memory machine.
RDP Sunday ~ Memory Lane