Yesterday a back porch, gin-and-tonic, surfin', puttin'-the-lawn mower-to-bed-for-the-season kind of day. Today, the wind and rain are trying to obliterate all memory of summer.
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
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I just learned a joke:
Q: What does a writer say after sex?
A: Was it as good for me as it was for you?
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