There’s a quintessential sound to summer. To someone under forty, it might be a buzzing cicada. But to someone over forty, that sound is the “THWAP!” of a screen door. It takes you back to the days of being yelled at to stop slamming that screen door. A screen door speaks of a small town store where the wide door handles advertised the local bread with some cute little girl biting a piece smeared with butter or jelly. Yes, screening takes you back, but screening has definitely moved forward.No related posts.





