Lately I've really been craving some New England summer traditions. Lobster bakes, grey wooden houses, clam chowder, stripes, and harbors...sigh. There's such a distinct feeling of ritual in that area of the country, one that, when away from it, one tends to really miss. If it weren't such a long drive, I might insist on a summer vacation to Cape Cod immediately.
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