Great Balls of Fire

Ain’t no cure for the Summertime Blues?

Sweet memories: The high-summer days as July drifts into August. Nat King Cole’s lazy, hazy, crazy days as time sprawls soporific in the warming sunshine. The beer and wine on ice and all gently fusing in the company of old friends.  A river burbles nearby while an occasional splashy fish shows midstream. What could be better?

So that was going to be my …