Diary 💗 American Pie, Jeff, and root beer 🥧

Core memories of singing together in the mountains

“When is Jeff coming?”

I’ve been asking repeatedly in between swigs of root beer for the last hour. It’s summertime in Colorado and the sun is down, past my bedtime but this is a special occasion. I’m the only eight-year-old in the saloon slash restaurant and I’m feeling like hot shit.

My aunt reassures me for the fifth time that Jeff will be here any m…