So little has changed on the street where I grew up in Dennisport, and along the beachfront of our old neighborhood, that I repeatedly hallucinate that I'm 16, and going to get in big trouble if I'm not home by 11. The weather has been fantastic: Warm, hazy, breezy, and nice waves to ride. Tonight I went over to a friend's cottage and we watched the Red Sox blow the game against the Angels. As I said, very little has changed.
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