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July 1, 2014

When school ended in June, our parents would pack us into the car and leave our home in upstate New York to head to Maine, where we spent the summers.  Dad worked at the marine biology lab across the two lane blacktop from our cottage on the lake, and we kids focused our considerable energy on swimming, sailing, trying to convince the librarians to let us borrow more than the allowed limit of books (we did get more for being “summer people”, a cut above the average tourist), and seeing how far our allowances would go at the candy store.