baby, we’ll be fine.
i just fantasized for half-a-minute about having a backyard with a tin-roofed patio. there would be a long wooden picnic table and at one end, an outdoor fireplace made of iron. in the summer, we’d eat watermelon during the day and watch fireflies as the night came. in the fall, we’d light a fire and drink heavy beer and smoke and talk about the watermelon and the fireflies. in winter,...