Bridget and I always ruminate about our imaginary family summer home - a rambling, old house on a craggy coast somewhere. Maybe Cuttyhunk Island, where the striped bass fishing is good. Or the coast of Maine. I dream of a cold, clear, deepwater dock...a big front porch...plenty of twin beds in the attic for the kids....heaven.
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