The sun shines cold and Cool 102 calms me with commercial-free yacht rock and Kenny Loggins smiles and tells me I’m the lucky one as I cross the Cape Cod Canal and soon I’m here, and the village of Osterville is a postcard and Stop signs are slowing me down but Bonnie Tyler has my back—Forever’s gonna start tonight—and the fairy-tale trees bend to the will of the wealthy, their bare branches forming a canopy—Hands touching hands—and I take a left onto Causeway Lane. The photos in the seven-page glossy spread about “the Houses of the Hornblowers” in Architectural Digestion didn’t do it justice.
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