Ah . . . Summahtime.
But on the Third Day of Summer, our friend Mistah Schleckie-Lens went out to the Field to see what he could see . . .
And oh, the things he could see.
Here's the thing about summertime in New England . . .
. . . or at least summertime in Southeastern Connecticut . . .
. . . you think it's going to be great . . .
. . . and then it is great; it really really is . . .
The weather? . . .
. . . well, who cares about the weather? . . .
. . . I mean, except for everybody?
Okay, the weather has been . . . not always great . . . but still.
It's beautiful and it's perfect and it's Summer . . .
. . . it's Summer! And today? The weather is beyond great.
And I am finally starting to learn, after all these years . . .
. . . Summer is fleeting.
It is not just my imagination; it is true.
There is therefore only one thing to do at a time like this.
. . . Go out there and get it.
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