The Last Whizz Bang.

Be careful what you wish for. After a summer that's been spent on the soggy side, this past week in New England has been hazy like crazy, and it's not doing much good for anyone's tempers, either.

Case in point: Saturday afternoon. After helping Annie move into her new digs, Corb and I took the kidlets to New Hampshire, for our annual pilgrimage to Canobie Lake. We arrived at around three in the afternoon, and plunked down our shekels to gain admittance into the park.

But...well, I don't know. Usually when we arrive, there's the thrill of the day before us. It's almost a giddy feeling. Rides, greasy food, games.

This time, though, things felt different.

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