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If you live on a small island you need a boat and two docks: one here and one for those reluctant trips ashore. For years our island dock was a narrow nervous thread of plywood on pipes. Finally upper management … Continue reading

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Driving the deuce in winter

The deuce runs beside the river from our town to Summerstown joyous in its smooth ups and downs and swiping curves except in winter when the river twists angry black with storms then the deuce grumbles salt slushed caution and … Continue reading

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