Over the next couple of months, my friends and I taught Sarah how to shop in the Haymarket from the pushcarts at closing time.
This is not Narnia
O’Dark Thirty
I know when and where I'm not. It's not Navy, and it's not Maine.
Zephyr
Nobody likes an unresolved mystery, and Spinney always held his cards close to his chest.
Mason Jars
Dig carefully; there should be a row of sealed Mason jars about a foot down."
The Dumps
Who can forget driving to the dump covered in a carpet of dirty white gulls and watching the waves of birds parting magically before your car?
The Author Steps Out
Over the past four months, I returned to the 1960s and '70s for some good and not so great memories. I've always tried to keep within limits of what could have happened when I took a frolicking detour from what occurred. I cleaned things up.
A Rangeley Boat
it was the reek of pure Old Woodsman. Over the long lifespan of the boat, gallons must have been spilled in it, because no amount of restoration would ever remove all that smell.
Flotation
Sitting on the float, I could look at my reflection in the water. If I shifted focus, I could see the thousands of small jellyfish swarming around the float and the nearby wharf.
Free
The old saying goes that free advice is worth what you pay for it.
Cunners
The cunners lurked below. They swam near the rock recesses and around the pilings of the wharf where we were eating lunch.
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