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August 13, 2017
Sitting at the top of the hill over the harbor inlet, it is very much a perfect summer day. It is warm, just a touch humid, but neither to an uncomfortable degree. The sun is shining, there are gentle wisps of clouds somewhere in the sky, and we are eating ice cream as we watch the world go by. It is exactly the kind of day I want in my summer, but more than once a season. I have probably written something similar every summer for the last few years. I'm still working on a real solution to that deficit.