November 17, 2015

Gloucester, MA. October, 2015

Oh, poor Mr. Whynott. A windy and rainy overnight storm found his election poster soggy and run over in the middle of the street. A placard for his earlier run for election had employed the catchphrase "Why not Bob?" I don't think he won. (Mr. Whynott, or maybe his father, was the justice of the peace at our quick 35-second wedding. We had chosen him entirely on the basis of his name. Why not?)

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