But a break. I need to kick back. Stuff my face with fried clams, lobster, fries, taffy, and anything else the shores of the Atlantic offers up. I need to hear the pounding of the waves. Sand under my feet and between my toes. Most importantly, I need to sit and close my eyes, smell the ocean, and clear my head. Leaving bright and early Sunday morning and won’t stop until I get to a clam hut. Scouting used bookstores will be reserved for the way home. A pleasant way to get back into the mindset of a used bookstore owner.

See you 10 am Wednesday, August 7.