Summer evenings have often echoed with people down by the bandshell singing along with Trout Fishing in America. We’d pack a picnic, invite friends of all ages, and plunk ourselves down on the slope for a splendid evening of laughter, food, song, fireflies, and indiscriminately-applied bug repellent.
Oh, and some guy who liked dancing with a stick.
But I digress. Here is today’s view out the window:
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