The historic, 1940's bandshell, next to Town Hall, is a great spot for boys to run around and amplify their already-ear-splitting voices.
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Life in a small town with 2 boys, a traveling husband, 1 simpleton dog and a massive reno-project. And me, the mom glue.
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