The Fourth
Bobby from the rec center is organizing a Fourth of July barbeque. I used to go to all the rec-room trips: the Skate Key, Hershey Park, Playland, and all that stuff. I’ve gotten too old for all that now, but Bobby’s cool with Ma and so Ma told him that I’d help him with the barbeque because in her mind, I have nothing better to do. I hate when she volunteers me to do stuff, but she did it anyway, so I volunteered Kenny to help as well.
Glen Park, or the Glen, is right around the corner from Slowbomb, literally. I guess that’s why nobody thinks we need a car to transport the grill, food, and coolers. It’s hotter than hot out here, and this stupid cooler keeps hitting up against my leg. I got one end and Kenny’s got the other.
“Tell me about that trip you went on,” he says.
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