Heading out the other morning with dog in tow, I stepped outside into a heavy fog that had rolled in overnight shrouding the New Hampshire coast line and triggering repetitive fog horn blows. It was like stepping into an impressionist …
Heading out the other morning with dog in tow, I stepped outside into a heavy fog that had rolled in overnight shrouding the New Hampshire coast line and triggering repetitive fog horn blows. It was like stepping into an impressionist …