Archive for May 25, 2009

It seems to me that the best experiences in life come at a cost. As uber-rare, stomach churning, temple-throbbing, cold and clammy, cotton-mouthed, bloodshot and dizzy hangovers go, then, Sunday’s was well worth it. Imagine… A dull gray morning yields to a summer afternoon exploring the heron-strewn edges of the Mystic River with dear friends.…

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