Left Turns

This week, there was definitely that end of summer feel to the air, that melancholic, transitional, time-to-shop-for-school supplies-and-corduroys feel.

When I was fifteen and about to go into high school, I bought a pair of forest green corduroys that I loved beyond reason. I insisted on wearing them on the first day of school. In August. In Texas. When I peeled them off that night, I swear I’d lost about a pound in sweat. But by God, I was wearing those things if it killed me. I think I gave