Summertime meant block parties and spontaneous events in my neighborhood which always involved Dad's guitar, an odd accordian and a sing along. A bit of wine and beer provided inspiration. Those parties lasted into the wee hours of the morn and as kids we loved them. It's where I first learned the lyrics to all the popular Gay Nineties songs. I can still remember Nana at 80 singing "Only Me" and Aunt May "The Bird In The Guilded Cage". In winter we went indoors with Aunt Jen at piano added. Wonderful times.