Oh Happy Day.

I remember the Sunday in October that Brent and I took the pier out. It was the day the Packers beat Brett Favre and the Vikings and the day before my Grandma died. It was freezing and windy and I hated every hour of it (vowing to myself that we would gladly pay someone to put it back in and take it out next year). It's crazy how both long and short ago that seems. 

Summer, old friend, I am ready for you. Please make haste.

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