The Things We Do for Song

One theory of intimacy states that it is based on shared values. Every summer a group of friends and I would rent a ski house for the summer.  We all wanted the welcome break from the city heat and to stretch out in a home after our norm of cramped apartment dwelling.  Our common cause was a sincere desire to have fun.

The actual house was different each time, but one memorable year we lucked onto an old mansion.  It had a grand staircase with a motorized seat and a back stairs that led into strange passageways where each and every one of us got lost at least once.  My second floor room had windows on three sides and one glorious weekend of overgrown lilac bushes blooming at each of them, pouring their scent in through the curtains ruffling in the breeze. The living room was incredible, but our best times were probably in the dining room – bay window, wood paneling, and a table big enough for all our assorted friends and lovers.