Summer In Lincoln

It's cool air and crickets and bike cops trying to find whose still lighting off fireworks. They didn't find them though, and I'm glad. The day after the fourth id always a little sad, like Christmas, the big seasonal climax comes with mos of the season left to go. So good for these outlaws, dropping flares and firecrackers from their stoops, risking arrest or burning down their apartment houses, good on them, easing the transition into the drag of summer, the blast-furnace white-hell afternoons and the slow cooling and return to seriousness.

Lincoln is people hanging outside of the little eateries and laundromats. This is when we have neighborhoods. This is when students leave their cocoons and interact with the locals.

This is when the lights are a little lighter, and downtown looks just a little bit impressive, and the real city insiders make themselves known to each other.