Somebody had best do something about this heat soon before we all get cranky. Is it always hot here in the summer? On top of all of it, my mom just informed me that she’ll be coming down for three weeks in September. That’s a good thing, right? Boy, it sure is hot. And, like bad poetry, the humidity repeats it’s refrain with nary a nuance of change. Is it always humid here in the summer?
Kim and I have just returned from a quick trip to Logan (dropping nephews off, and spending an hour with our new friend Amy, Jet Blue check-in trainee), and a visit to Kim’s homeland, Lake Winnipesaukee. Had a lovely time. Truly beautiful part of the country. No moose sightings, but still fun. So, I may have missed a bit of Chappy “happy”-nings, but I just make most of this stuff up anyway. Welcome back us! Thank you!
No doubt you’ve heard the news. This past Sunday, a multitude (more than three, less than a million) of Chappaquiddick residents gathered for a group photo at the Chappy Ferry. The crows, most assuredly, were confused. No booze or fireworks — what was the occasion? As if we Chappy people need a reason to meet in communal goodness. Actually, we do.
I owe Peter Wells an apology. In last week’s column I reported that he allegedly misappropriated the use of a bicycle. Unfortunately, I may have left out the allegedly. My further error was not in thoroughly vetting the reliability of my source (who will remain unnamed. Let’s just call him Bob. Gilkes.) So I offer the following from Peter himself in the form of a retraction/correction:
