Then the weatherman arrives to speak of summer showers. “FILL THE MINER’S HAT” DONATION STATION Signs go up at Save-Great: “If you can, please give!” I don’t know who the money’s for. Nobody lived. MIKEY We do look for him, but we don’t feel like we will ever find him. Still, this is not something we say out loud. We keep silent. That’s our deal. FUNERALS Hubert doesn’t go to work and he doesn’t go pay his respects. Shirley nags and nags at him. I don’t know what she expects. SUMMERS PAST This time last year, I dozed upside down on the couch with my feet on the wall and my head on the floor. Summer day after summer day dripped by like lemonade. I complained and complained, “Michael, I’m bored!” I’M GLAD IT’S SUMMER Who could sit at a desk on a day like this?
