No teenager ever grew up near the boardwalk without a summer night like this: illuminated dreamscape, coasters rattling, crowd chatter, sweet stink of cotton candy and corndogs all around, barkers hollering for a mark, all the while hunkered down in some dark retreat you call or wait for a friend, a smile, a sparking coincidence to lift you up and whirl you into the surrounding , pulsating crowd, instantly alive, electric, no longer alone.
Every kid who grew up at the shore can see themselves here for a moment, on a hot summer night, waiting for the next best thing
Driftless World 