And the livin's easy

It never fails. Summer starts and I hear that quintessential sublime riff...summer time....Goosebumps people it gives me goosebumps....or maybe just commenced the beads of sweat rolling off my brow in my non air conditioned car. For a moment I forget the haze of humidity, crank the radio (sorry kids) and take a big deep breath of summer. Cliche? Most certainly. We were luck enough to welcome summer with my parents at the beach. There is something so special about Charlestown and the summer time.... Horns on rt 1 blare, the locals curse the tourists, the smell of the pine forest just before I arrive at my parents, clam fritters and of course that salty air and water...yes... this will always be home.