I remember one of the greatest summers I ever had. It was the summer of my twenty-second birthday, I was born on July 5, and it was spent in Modesto, California. I will never forget that year or the good times I had with my cousin Steve. It’s been almost ten years since I’ve been there, Steve left town shortly after my visit and I just don’t see that much of my aunt and uncle. However, as I get ready to pull into town for the festival commonly known as Graffiti Nights I can hardly do anything but think back on the glory days of that summer.

I have reservations in one of the Modesto hotels though my aunt and uncle did invite me to stay with them. It’s just that they live right outside of the city and I don’t want to trouble them with my constant motion regarding the festival. This is really an incredible festival from what I hear and I can’t believe I’ve never been here for it before. Next year I think I’ll talk Steve into coming with me. I don’t think he gets home that often and it would be great to spend some time with him here again.

That summer, over twenty five years ago almost didn’t happen. At the end of May of that year Steve called me up out of the blue and asked me to come down for a while. I was already planning on going up to Seattle but my girlfriend called at the last minute and said it wasn’t a good idea. Interestingly, I never really thought much about why that was as I honestly forgot about her once I arrived in Modesto and we never got together again after that. It’s funny that I’m curious about it now after all these years. I wonder what she’s doing these days. Wow! Look at all those cars!

Summer Memories During Graffiti Nights in Modesto is a post from: WTVS News

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