Papa's Summer Suit

When we were little, my sis and I went on a giant road trip with Grandpa. He grew up with little, so he never got to travel, only store up places to visit on a list he kept in his head. He wanted to go to Denver and Japan. He said when he was a boy, he was fascinated by big cities, so we had to do Tokyo and why not New York City while we're at it. He wanted to show us the rust too, tired folks, and how that's a kind of love and how being poor is shackles. It was important to remember his roots, so we always took country roads and stopped at every farmer selling morels, or pecans, one had apricots, was it Spring? It felt like Spring; it was hot as Summer.