Before this "Hundred and Ball Sweat degrees" heatwave, it was, well, still really hot.
To get through it last weekend, we were back in the Old Country. The weekend before that, we Honored America by sticking around and watching fireworks. And on Sunday, I took a stroll to the park and had a beer and read the paper, then Cory joined in and we had concretes.
Sondheim and Chicago vied for stupid puns to be included in the title of this post. Instead, I just went with a decidedly post-Sandy Springsteen reference.
A fine afternoon by the Shack.
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