"Didn't that used to be Kevin's place?" I ask. Katie and I agree that it was, but the heating oil place that used to be downstairs appears to have been replaced by a real estate office, and we shake our heads.
The moon is starting to come up, and I mention that it's going to be a Strawberry Moon, but I don't know why they call it that.
"Probably something straightforward: 'Now's the time to harvest your strawberries," or something," Katie answers.
One year ago: Mawwige is What Bwings Us Togethah
Two years ago: What Are You Waiting For
Three years ago: Tell it Like it is
Four years ago: Typical Brooklyn Sunday (In Some Places)
Nine years ago: Kill, Chat, Kill