A regret

 For some reason, I always ruminate on Memorial Day. Many of them have been more than enjoyable/memorable, many have not - but this one was fine. Not good, not bad. I think as you grow older ... it's easier to see what's what and not have your emotions and sketchy imaginings get the best of you and knock you for a loop. 

While walking down the street yesterday - oddly, I caught a wiff of fishing town and remembered how much as a kid I thought I'd like to live in Bodega Bay in Hitchcocks The Birds and maybe even East Rockaway - which was close to my hometown.  My brother docked his boat there. I didn't go out on it with him much. 


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