Some People Ask Me Why I’ve Moved Out on My Own
Now this is why I really left my parents’ house for a place in Port Jeff…
Sitting in the shade on a bench near the harbor on a breezy, partly sunny, warm day while live music wafts between the zephyrs from a nearby restaurant second-floor patio. Thanks to wireless broadband access from the ferry, I can enjoy this gorgeous environment while updating my laptop and downloading some large files I wouldn’t dare attempt to download on dial-up at home.
The fact that I actually have off from work on a weekend day like this makes it even better, since the village is alive with people passing by, motorcycle groups gathering and riding around, and other signs of energetic, small town living.
Life is wonderful today. 
I ate a goodie for Guilty Pleasure Sundays yesterday, knowing I had today off. That entry to come shortly… :]
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Twenty-something. Painter. Writer. Rolling stone by day, completely unpredictable by night. I grew up on the South Shore of Long Island and... (