Heather's island fever hit critical mass. Without any planning we took off on an adventure to Long Island. Best intensions sometimes have unforeseen repercussions.
Six hours on a train to spend three hours in the
Long Island country side . . . check
Lunch at an Irish pub owned by Palestinians . . . check
Quiet walk on the beach (required apparel -
snow boots, gloves, hats) . . . check
Nice bottle of wine drank out of thermos . . . check
Happy wife . . . priceless
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