Young, hot-blooded, and free as a bird, but possessing a not-fully-developed frontal lobe guarantees you’ll have some killer summertime stories to tell later in life. You know- the ones you don’t tell Mom until you’re 45. These “Summertime” tales will whisk you backward in time, deliver you to the intensity of first love, remind you of the true meaning of community, and impart the silliness of eating donuts in the dark. This is a laugh, cry, remember, laugh event. Join us for a guided tour of summers past.