Some say that Summer-man was once but a man of humble Tucson roots. Some say he is of other worldly-origins, somewhere too hot and too distant for us to comprehend. But one thing is known, Summer-man will forever rise at the first strike of the one hundredth degree, as sure as the summer doves sing. He will be there to lead us through the fire, beer in hand, pool socks dripping. And through this summer and summer of all summers, we shall prevail!
60% Combed Ring-Spun Cotton 40% Polyester. scoop neck