Great busy Memorial Day weekend of Western Mass/Eastern Mass barbecue and campfire dichotomy, went to the farm on Sunday, where Dan dug a hole and lit a fire in the ground for us to plant a pot of beans, woke up next day groggy, sleeping on abominable pink blanket monster with head on a raincoat and peanuts half-chewed in my mouth, hoed radishes, weeded raspberries in the tired sweaty Brockton morning of our lives.