Hamburgers on the grill immediately transport me back to July, 1962 at our cabin in northern Minnesota and I’ve come in from swimming in the lake I’ve been in and out of all day and my father is tall and tan and he’s flipping burgers with one hand and holding a bottle of beer in the other while the Four Freshman play on the brown record player that’s been brought onto the patio and parked on a bench outside the picture window and after we eat we’ll play badminton again and go for one last swim before it’s completely dark, but still warm and I’ll watch the thunderstorm crawl across the lake from west to east like our very own movie from the safety and security of my father’s arms.
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