Noting the passing of Sly Stone, musician.
This song was a huge presence on AM/FM airwaves circa 1969/1970. Sly and the Family Stone had a number of hits around then, but this was the song I remember the most. Why?
Who doesn't remember summer as the best time of year. Especially to a young boy growing up in Western New York (snow removal capital of the world) the summer months were a welcome respite from gray, dreary and cold. School was out and, except for the misfortune of having seasonal jobs (among them picking corn for a local farmer) there was fishing, bike riding and kick-the-can games until dark. Pick-up baseball, swimming in the backyard pool. Hot dogs on the Barbie... Bike rides.
Those are great memories, aided by a band that knew how to put just the right tone on the season. Thank you for this anthem to the best days.
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