all the homeys
You ever have that feeling that no one hangs out anymore? But you can’t blame anybody, cuz neither do you? For some reason, though—only when you’re out of town, there’ll be barrage of fun-sounding BBQs, rad river floats, wild party nights, et cetera. Then you’ll get back and be like, where is everyone, and … crickets.
Anyway, for the first time in a long time, the Koerner-Ansons threw a cookout thingy, and I was in town, and all the homeys came.
Noot was there herding and guard-doggin'.
The firepit session ensued—warm, festive, and kept the bugs away.
P.S. This is from my garden today. The echinacea's out.