If you guessed our beach house, you would be right.
It's about 7 in the evening, and we're about ready to make dinner.
We had fish for lunch, so it's veggies and cheese for supper.
Howard brings the corn out to husk.
It's windy and chilly, and cornsilk is flying all over my computer screen
as Howard begins to husk. He thinks this is amusing.
Just for that, I am also posting this picture of my husband,
who -- honestly -- had no idea why I was laughing.
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| "Say, doc, could you take a look at this?" |
It is a spectacularly beautiful weekend here on Eastern Long Island, along Peconic Bay.
I've run away for the weekend. We have no television out here, and
I know if I were home I'd be watching the coverage of that unimaginable day ten years ago.
But that day is never far from my mind, and it is always in my heart.
I don't think there is any right or wrong way of commemorating 9/11.
For me, I've sought the solace of the sea. -- Cass
God bless our American heroes, wherever and however they serve.
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