We went to a big burn party on Friday night to celebrate an 83rd birthday. I spent most of my time playing apple soccer with the kids under the light of the full moon. Then we started throwing rotten apples at an old stump. We called that game "apple sauce." Our host got the fire going at the food grill by pouring paint thinner over the flames. I didn't eat any dinner Friday night, but stuck to kicking apples and climbing trees. A friend of mine described a scene in Truro where she came upon a cranberry bog and thousands of swallows rising up into the air all at once and then Thump plunking back down again.
Here is a drawing I did this morning of Charlie and Brenda as children.
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