Meat-and-Potatoes-Guy mentioned yesterday that we needed to figure out our Labor Day plans. Which prompted three thoughts: 1.) That slight heartache in watching the last breezy days of summer slip your fingers? It never really goes away, even after your back-to-school days are long over. 2.) Is there some way (and how?) to bottle that easy, upbeat, carefree summer attitude, even as the cold, dark,…
Crabmeat, to me, means summertime. I spent my childhood summers in Maine, where there is no shortage of rocky coastlines, cute little seaside towns, and warm-weather seafood festivals. There is also no shortage of seafood “shacks” (for lack of a better word). The kind of place where you can stroll in wearing shorts and sandals, order at the counter, take a seat at a picnic table,…
