Hearing the pop of a stray firecracker this time of summer brings me back to how I spent nearly every Fourth of July as a child. A few days before the day, my dad would take my brother and me to a hobby store which, for a short time, stocked its aisles with black cats, roman candles, fountains and bottle rockets.
Do you ever knock on wood?
I’ve been a little behind on leeniespace these past few weeks. I know summer is going to happen. It looms all year long. Then we’re finally in it, and it’s like I don’t know what hit me. Or us, as a family. Following the last week of school and a blur of sweet send-offs, we haven’t quite found our summer rhythm yet. But it’s coming. I can tell.
Sometimes I notice that after I’ve seen a movie with Jon Favreau (love him), I take on his very familiar lilt. Last Friday, his new movie, Chef, opened in Chicago. And while I don’t usually get to something on opening day, for this, I went right away. It was so good. It spoke to the theme of love in its many iterations: love between a parent and a child, love between former lovers, friend love, and of course, tremendous food love. Check it out.
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