I always used to love the summer. Not just the lack of school, or the late sunsets, or the neighborhood pool finally being open; these things were great, sure, but it was also the feeling that my hometown had when the dorms weren’t quite so full of students. For those precious few months, in the eyes of a young boy, Chapel Hill belonged only to my friends and me.
Counter space at Sutton’s was much more available, making it that much easier to stop in and grab an orangeade to beat the heat. We could walk around Chapel Hill Sportswear and browse at our leisure, something we couldn’t do as readily when school was in.