…e yard of the most ancient relatives, a distraction from the narcotic of checkers and sour silence. I remember being cold in August and mad at the whole world.Lobster Tale18613Lisa ReneeCharlotte FranklinFollowJul 27, 2017 · 1 min readAh, New England “summer”. Blink and you miss it. I honestly don’t miss it one iota! ;)