In the summer, my brother, Garth and I, were driven south on I-5 to spend time with my California parents. For those ten or so weeks, we lived in a housing development in Clovis, a cowboy-town that abutted Fresno, California. Some neighbors replaced their square patches of lawn and shrubs with rocks. Others went further, making gravel into patterns that resembled giant checkerboards. Our house, and this was no accident, was beside my father’s best friend, Jon Shaver’s home. At the time, the term ‘bromance’ hadn’t been invented. But what else would you call their special bond? Dad and Jon drove matching white Ford trucks they’d gotten for a steal from a local dealership. They quoted lines from
The Whitest Summer
The Whitest Summer
The Whitest Summer
In the summer, my brother, Garth and I, were driven south on I-5 to spend time with my California parents. For those ten or so weeks, we lived in a housing development in Clovis, a cowboy-town that abutted Fresno, California. Some neighbors replaced their square patches of lawn and shrubs with rocks. Others went further, making gravel into patterns that resembled giant checkerboards. Our house, and this was no accident, was beside my father’s best friend, Jon Shaver’s home. At the time, the term ‘bromance’ hadn’t been invented. But what else would you call their special bond? Dad and Jon drove matching white Ford trucks they’d gotten for a steal from a local dealership. They quoted lines from