Thirty of us are venturing up to our favorite remote corner of Maine for four days to celebrate the landmark birthdays for two of our group. This is a same tribe of friends who spent a wonderful holiday together at this very spot the weekend before 9/11. It became the signature experience for all of us, the most emblematic memory of the end of a very particular phase of our lives. Not wanting to let the memory of the halcyon days of yore steal our ability to make merry regardless of age or circumstances, we are returning to reclaim the hope and the sense of abandon. To sing, dance, and clambake our way back into the celebration of breath, flesh and beautiful beaches.
I’ll be back on Tuesday.
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