Overplayed Radio Song of the Summer

As April was doing its best summer impression the past few days, I found myself harkening back to the summer months of yesteryear. Both Sam and I have spent many a summer attending and then working at a camp in Maine. Among my memories of camp are the smell of dew-laden baseball fields, the taste of mediocre macaroni and cheese (which Sam has accurately pointed out should be a side dish, not a main course) and, yes, the sound of overplayed radio songs.