It was late September, and Buzz, my Dad and I had popped up to Maine to pull all the boats, close the cottage, all the depressing chores of another end of a summer.
But we had a chance for one last sail, so we planned a long one. My Grandmother immediately volunteered to make us sandwiches for the day.
How darling, you would think. Without us actually seeing them until we took off, she had decided on baked bean and pickle relish sandwiches. I am not making this up. You may, sitting in front of your computer, think "how revolting."
"Revolting" hardly covers it when you are rocking about on the high seas in a sailboat.
But, she meant well.
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