As a kid on those summer days when the sun rose to its high point at noon and the stayed there until six at night here was one thing all of the kids on my street waited for. You have to picture a street oiled and sanded by the city trucks with the smell of used motor oil mixing with that undefinable smell of overgrown weeds that were rampant anywhere a developer hadn’t built a house. It was intoxicating. The street hadn’t been paved properly yet, so the oil and sand kept the dust down and gave city workers something to do with dump trucks that usually plowed snow. The neighborhood kids ran up and down the street ruing PF Keds and school shoes…