Summertime

Summertime is my favorite song of all time, although I've never been able to put my finger on exactly why besides the fact that it evokes something complicated, melancholy and hopeful all at once; a carefree season as harsh as the midday sun. My mother is in town and while we were getting ready to go out to dinner (Her: Gaultier or Rykiel? I can't decide. Me, lounging on chaise, flipping through a magazine because I never take more than five minutes to get ready; after I did my hair, she said, "Oooh, bedhead!": May your problems always be so high-class), Sam Cooke came on, and she quite literally exlaimed, "Your song! I used to sing this to you all the time when you were a baby. Here comes the line: Your daddy’s rich and your mama’s good lookin’..." And then, priceless as ever, in her Southern accent softened by so many years living far closer to the Mason-Dixon line than I'm sure she imagined was possible as a girl, she says, "And in your case, it was true."

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