Days of Summer Past

If Marcel Proust had an american counterpart in the 1950s, then this could be his slide.
The memory of the scratchy woollen swimsuit. The feel of bare flesh on the Akron Roads Department Winter Grit Reserves. The acrid smell of the Goodyear Rubber plant wafting into our eyes.  These are what memories are made of.

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