Icon of the contemporary holiday: person sitting on front stoop, talking furtively or frantically (or both) into cell phone. Spotted several when M and I went for a bike ride. Never got to that point myself, though I must confess to some sotto voce texting.
A guitar and a copy of Rise Up Singing can improve any social gathering, so long as your generations include a certain type of 40something white folk.
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