It's August in Indiana. Everything is about corn. If you've never had Indiana sweet corn roasted on a grill, (or Indiana tomatoes) your life is not complete.
When Wild Bill was still with us, he always managed to be at my parent's house during this season. Nick and Patsy hosted an annual corn roast for the neighborhood and he would ask, "When is the corn dance?" (In his defense, sometimes there was dancing.)
The corn dance was last weekend. I didn't attend but I was there in my mind.
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