Here comes summer

Childhood summertime in the mountains meant tying an emerald june bug to a string and letting it fly around your head, catching lightning bugs at dark and putting them in a jar to light your dreams, or piling in the Studebaker and going to the closest custard stand for a chili bun or slaw dog. Everything except the Studebaker is still a part of summer in the mountain South—especially the custard stand, which is often what a drive-in restaurant is called, even if it doesn’t serve custard.