We’re in October now, but back in August I did get to see my beloved Counting Crows for the eighth time. And it just might have been my favorite. Although I probably say that for all of them, this one did have a little extra something.

I love these slices of America that feel vintage, as if some spirit has been preserved. Before buildings and downtowns get makeovers, before small ranch houses get torn down and replaced by luxury condos, before Mom and Pop shops give way to malls and other developments. It feels nice to run into something original. Even if it’s as simple as ice cream on a Saturday night.