The beginning of summer also marks the start of lobster season for me. I’m not entirely sure why but maybe it was the childhood trips out East to visit our relatives. The journey was always in July and there, we could buy them by the dozen as the fishermen strung their boats on to the...
Wouldn’t it just be the way, when I was confronted with this and a box of dusty, old canning jars: “I’m presuming I can finally recycle these?” We were down in the basement purging of it’s overwhelming accumulation to free up movement to the laundry and the like. By the dust streaks, one could obviously...
