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Dinner at the Lobster House in Cape May. Actually, it wasn't at the Lobster House but on the schooner
American
moored to the dock behind it. And it wasn't a proper dinner. It was martinis with platter after platter of oysters Rockefeller and clams casino.
The uncreated conscience of my race will just have to wait unforged until I get back from vacation.
Above: Marianne, also suffering.*
Published on September 27, 2011 01:41