“Peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin. Supper’s ready, everybody come on in, now taste a little of the summer, you can taste a little of the summer. My grandma’s put it all in jars.” Greg Brown An excursion of the senses, exploring life at the Jersey shore It’s August.…
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They Go Flat
“They go flat,” she said. “What goes flat?” I asked. “The cats,” she said and motioned to the old black cat laying on its side on the deck. She sucked on the crab leg she was pointing with and continued, “They go flat in the summer.” I looked over at…