One of the big boats is being launched into the river, or pretty damn close to it.
SPRING!
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And, now for the opposing view ...
I'm headed out for a regular stroll along the river, to enjoy one of the last few days of that beautiful view without all that damned white plastic (or fiberglass) cluttering it up.
Ahh, like sand through the hourglass, sentimental scribblings about Spring measure the days of our lives.
People of Newburyport, one-thid of the country has no meaningful experience of winter, and it's a big country. There's lots of warm places to live, and, if you miss it, you can see snow on television, especially the kind of snow that doesn't melt when it hits an actor's coat because it's not really snow. That's the best kind.
Remember that guy who lived down the street, the guy who liked to hammer nails into his tibia because it felt so good when he stopped? It's Spring!!
PKL, I'm sorry that you will never experience nor even comprehend the elation that comes with discovering the giant snow bank that once towered over your sidewalk has melted once and for all.
No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there, I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. -Robert Frost
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And, now for the opposing view ...
I'm headed out for a regular stroll along the river, to enjoy one of the last few days of that beautiful view without all that damned white plastic (or fiberglass) cluttering it up.
if it ain't wood, it ain't a boat.
Ahh, like sand through the hourglass, sentimental scribblings about Spring measure the days of our lives.
People of Newburyport, one-thid of the country has no meaningful experience of winter, and it's a big country. There's lots of warm places to live, and, if you miss it, you can see snow on television, especially the kind of snow that doesn't melt when it hits an actor's coat because it's not really snow. That's the best kind.
Remember that guy who lived down the street, the guy who liked to hammer nails into his tibia because it felt so good when he stopped? It's Spring!!
I love the seasons. Couldn't live anyplace else. The arrival of Spring, especially that first truly warm day, never fails to invigorate me.
I'm glad someone else stepped up.
PKL, I'm sorry that you will never experience nor even comprehend the elation that comes with discovering the giant snow bank that once towered over your sidewalk has melted once and for all.
Similarly, I will never experience the endorphin rush of being released from MCI Walpole.
You're still a young man, PKL. Never say never.
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there,
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
-Robert Frost
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