A great weekend. Between giant helpings of potato salad, we gossipped about family members and briefly murmured about the hurricane before moving on to discuss window insulation. We walked along the river by the park, inspected my parents' new shed, and made appropriate comments about the flowerbeds and the crabapple tree in their front yard. I went for a run by a llama farm and chased chipmunks away from the garage. We were altogether submerged in Americana.
And of course, to cap it all off, there was the visit to the local nuclear power plant.
I swear, nothing says small town sensibility quite like the tightly harnessed power of the atom.
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