(Copyright David Stewart)
Wednesday nights in summer we'd all head down to the Gazebo in the middle of Monroe Park to hear the open air concerts.
The band consisted mostly of our fathers and grandfathers and truth to say, nobody was all that good. But the music was sweet, the nights were warm, and frankly there wasn't much else to do in the town.
All of us assumed it would last forever.
Now years later there hasn't been a concert since anyone can remember and all the band member have passed on.
Even the Gazebo is gone, replaced of all things by a McDonald's.
Now I can get me a Big Mac any time I want. This is way better than those lousy concerts!
I was going to go serious until the last minute when I lost my nerve and nose dived into a virtual promo for McDonald's. Thus my contribution this week to the Friday Fictioneers consists of this lovely bit of nostalgia which reads more like nostalgia for an Egg McMuffin than for band concerts in summer.
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Do you yet hear the music from long ago and far away? Me neither, let's eat!