On The Road Again, II

When we leave Tappahannock, my ancient convertible is packed to the gills. Beach chairs, tools for cottage repairs, two canvas bags of thrift store books that won’t mind the sand, watercolor supplies for writing breaks, my mother’s well-used paint brushes, binoculars, tennis racquets, laptops, and the collapsible cooler, heavy with turkey sandwiches and peaches to minimize pit stops. It’s a […]

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