The delicious aroma of barbecue wafted throughout the neighborhood yesterday, Memorial Day, which marked the start of the summer season for parks, pools, the shore...

It seemed everyone were at their grills.  My father's aide and I brought him to the local park Memorial Day.  It was the perfect day for his amusement; the aromas of steak, hot dogs or hamburgers, slivers of sunshine caressing trees in full bloom offering generous shade and comfort, mother's pushing their babies' strollers, children's playfulness and laughter. Everyone came together and knew nothing but happiness and contentment.

Grilling brings back so many fond memories of family and friends huddled at a lake or deck, the bbq working its magic.  I have to admit, I NEVER grilled; wokked, but not grilled though more and more women are flipping hamburgers side-by-side with their husbands/boyfriends who insist on being master of the grill.  And in the background, the music plays, ever prevalent, ever present.

My favorite bbq meal?  A slightly charred steak, red and juicy on the inside, a corn on the cob, a slice of cold watermelon, and a glass of red wine.  Perfection.

 

Looking forward to get-togethers, none allowing any of us to forget a childhood gaffe or prank; pulling out the guitars for silly sing alongs while my father plays his harmonica or tambourine, living his musical past the best he can. 

Summer's right around the corner.  Happy barbequing everyone!

 

 

Summertime, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong


Summer Breeze, Seals and Croft


Daydream, John Sebastian of The Lovin Spoonful