Head of the Housatonic

It wasn't really a success, but we still did better than we, our coaches, or anyone for that matter had expected. I'm in two-seat (second from the right, for those of you not up on your rowing argot).

And afterwards, a picnic with the family atop East Rock, and ice cream, and running into old friends on the street, and a long nap, and all in all the best sort of weekend, when nothing especial happens and everything that happens is good, like a lazy Saturday afternoon in a happy dream of childhood.

Photo credit: My sister.