Chapter 21: Bizarre Things Happen

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            “Until I tell you to get off. But it will be a while.”

            I started playing with the radio dial. Finally I settled on an oldies station. We sat there is silence. Occasionally we would sing along with a song that came on. One came on and I turned the volume way up. It was a song my dad used to play a lot. It was one of my favorites.

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

Cool town, evening in the city
Dressing so fine and looking so pretty
Cool cat, looking for a kitty
Gonna look in every corner of the city
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop
Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

The singing stopped for a minute. Austin used this time to ask me a question. “You know the Lovin’ Spoonful?”

            “Yup. I love this song.”

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

“Oh, take a right up here.”

            “Will you please tell me where we are going?”

            “Fine, we are going to six flags.”

            “Seriously?”

            “Yeah. I hope you like roller coasters because we are going on all of them.”

            “Even Bizarro?”

            “Yup. You’re not scared are you?”

            “No. No. Of course not.”

            He totally is. Ha. Well, he is defiantly going on it now. I am not letting him leave that park with out going on the ride.

            “It’s not that tall. It’s only 208 feet.”

            “Your right it’s only 208 feet.” Wait for it. Wait for it. “208 feet! That’s huge. Way too high. No way.” And it sunk in.

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