5.11.2011

I remember the first time I took Dean to the old wooden dock at the end of Oak Street. We were seniors in High School and he had just started to call upon Ms Laurel Frank. It was the first really warm day of spring and I decided to show him how to haul the haddock nets out of the water. My brother Seymore had left two nets down near the dock when he left for Easton the previous fall.