there aren't many things I like/enjoy about summer. my bodily constitution just isn't down with heat and sweat and mosquitos (who love me) and all of the other stuff that comes along with the season. I do, however, love cool summer nights. one of my favorite things is driving at night with my windows down while the cool breeze engulfs my being. it brings me back to the summer of '96 - the first summer I had a drivers license. I would drive around aimlessly, down the Bridge Ave Extension (Jersey Shore locals will know these directions...) to route 88, making my way towards the bridge - over to Point Plesant, down to the road that runs along the beach. I would start at what my friends and I would call the "jetty" and then drive my way down to the end of the Point boardwalk. I guess it's what some would call "cruising", but I just thought of it as a way to clear my head - breathing the salt air, getting in touch with my western astrological water sign. well, that was back when my parents paid for my gas and it was only .89 a gallon (um, yes, that's eight-nine cents! like as in, under one dollar!) now that I pay for my own gas and it's almost $4.00 a gallon, I don't do any of that aimless driving. I live farther from the beach these days, so my only summer night driving enjoyment happens when I am on my way home from somewhere late at night. I'll take that, I suppose.