Due to the disruptive power of selling and buying (and in between being homeless, relatively speaking) this summer went without any extended vacation. No week in Maine, no week in Marshfield. Where do I get my summer of 2018 back? But we made due. With Jack's wedding the next day, California came east and so there was a giant reunion. A Lobster dinner reunion. And it was a massive reunion, where the elders were easily out numbered. Though the originators were missing and sorely missed, the new youngings made it worthwhile. But... being that time of the year, guess whose birthday it was? No treasure hunt, but I guess she already found her treasure.
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generated 2018-09-11