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Summer Guide 2006
- No Sweat
- The Great Indoors
- 'Oh, that's Grandma. She's just cleaning her gun.'
- Magic Carpet Ride
- The Coldest I ever was, by Wayne Garcia
- A Volley of Tiny balls
- Get Your Play On
- Hang In There
- The Swing of Things
- Head for the Pool
- All Shook Up
- Take me IN to the Ball Game
- The Coldest I Ever Was, by Kelli K
- Ice Cold
- The Coldest Beer in Town
- Myth Busting
- Milkshake Marathon
- The Coldest I Ever Was, by Leilani Polk
- The Cold War
- Summer on Ice
- Cutting the Ice
- Ice Age
- Ice: It's not All the Same
- Go Dry
- The Coldest I Ever Was, by David Warner
- Cool Rider
- Bubble Boy
- The Coldest I Ever Was, by Eric Snider
- Cold-Heart Snakes
- Play it Cool
- The Agony of Defeat
- The Coldest I Ever Was, by Joe Bardi
- Freeze Frames
- The Coldest I Ever Was, by Anne Arsenault
- Mix, Burn and Chill
- The Coldest I Ever Was, by Scott Harrell
- Lists of Summer
Working in our family-run grocery store as a kid, I would be locked up by my sibs in the meat cooler for shits and grins. It was maybe 8-by-8 feet and always packed. Hunting season or no, there were always a couple deer carcasses, several cows, maybe a pig or two, and some weird shit like pheasant and quail. I think I saw a squirrel once. (The smaller the corpse, the greater my fear. Weird.)
I can't tell you how it smelled (I blocked it out; a therapist will drag it outta me under hypnosis someday). But it was dark and cold.
Turn-your-lips-blue cold.
Colder-than-a-thousand-Michigan-winters cold.
So I'd huddle freezing, in the dark, listening for the smallest sound that might indicate a bloody carcass hopping off its hook to smother me to death with its slimy, smelly, ice-cold body.
No amount of humidity can stave off the icy tendrils of fear at the mere memory.
