Sunday, June 25, 2017

Saturday evening picnic in Central Park

On Saturday afternoon Ethan looked up from his laptop and said, "[Curse word], I don't want to piss away this whole [curse word] Summer." He gets that trait from me. I should say traits, plural: the angst over Summer and the cursing.

It was the best impromptu picnic organized by a 16-year-old that I've ever been to.

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