Nightswimming. The South.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance.
Clap-alongs, hum-alongs, and sing-alongs, in that order.
The only movie I own is Joe Dirt.
Yes, Please!
FYCS/CALS/IFAS.
Ol' Half-shirt.