The family and I have spent the last four days in the Maine woods, where my aunt and her husband had rented a cabin so that our extended family could celebrate my father’s 75th birthday together. Aside from falling in Maine’s largest lake while completely clothed, having to scrub vomit from the upholstery of a […]
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By Mark | September 27, 2015
For what it’s worth, I thought that he was just kidding when he noted the squishiness until I remembered that I’d had both kids out on a paddle boat this morning at Gallop Park… God only knows what he thought was going on with the sloshing and groaning, punctuated by the occasional hisses of swans. […]
