I have a beach lounger that I used to always have in the back of my car. For years, I’d hear it bump against the hatchback door when I drove over a rough patch. I never actually used the chair.
Well, no, I used it once to sit on a beach on Boston Harbor reading Moby Dick. That felt right. I thought, yes, I should keep doing this. Make it a regular thing.…
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