While Susan was boiling along with the crawfish in Louisiana, I was shivering up North bemoaning the March that came in like a lion and decided to leave in the same manner. As it is becoming clear that the season “Spring” is nearly extinct I was left to think about summer; activities and nature that reflect warmth. As in our articles on Red Hook, we return to Brooklyn as the scene of memories, this time of summer and trips to Coney Island and the Botanical Gardens.
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