Mark (mhaithaca) wrote,
Mark
mhaithaca

Where's my chowder?

It was already 51 degrees when I left the house for this morning's last-minute news shift (yes, you can still listen at 7:30, 8:00, or 8:30), and quite foggy, probably after-effects of last night's delicious thunderstorms. As I got out of the car at the radio station, it felt like a New England pier at dawn. I had to look around to see where the smell of the morning catch was wafting from. Now I'm gonna need some good seafood.
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