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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