When my ex first took me out on Bearskin Neck, she introduced me to a fish dealer she had known since she was a baby. We bought one claw one pounders for a dollar each. She showed me the restaurant on the neck where she had spent her teen years. We stayed in a wonderful bed and breakfast in town that had recently been purchased by one of her Lexington High School classmates. We spent a couple of days packing her mother's house, a high up place with a view of the harbor. I would gladly have moved there if I thought I could have learned the language.
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