A Different Kind of Summer Job
Nov 02, 2020
3 minutes
By Emily Enger
he summer my husband John turned 16, he was moping near the Bayfield, Wisconsin, marina where his parents kept a sailboat. He had spent the previous few weeks attempting — and ultimately failing — to land his first “real” summer job. His miserable mood lead him downtown to the candy store, where he chanced on something that cured his angst even better than chocolate: a hand built nutshell
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