We take the backroads all the way into town, hitting every pothole like notes on sheet music. Fern bounces along in the passenger seat of my little truck, singing Mommy’s truck goes bumpity bump, bumpity bump, bumpity bump to the tune of “The Wheels on the Bus”. A few weeks ago we discovered the local radio station, and we’ve got the volume up loud. 95.9 The Krush plays roots, rock and blues, but you can just call it Americana, or A Radio Station Made Just For Me. My daughter mimics the announcer in a gravelly baritone that makes me think she’s destined for a microphone career at monster truck rallies. Listening to event listings and local commercials makes us feel like we’ve found the inside scoop. Listening to the songs makes me feel like synchronicity is creating a soundtrack for my days.
I haven’t had much time for writing lately. Or rather, I haven’t felt like getting up at 5:30 am to write. I could stop staying up late, binge watching the new season of “Orange is the New Black” or “Fargo”. But the long summer days are encouraging my indulgence. I’ll go to bed on time in July. In the meantime I’ve made you a playlist of tunes I’ve heard on KRSH. I hope midsummer is finding you meandering the slow roads and fields of your own heart town.