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I grew up in West Haven, and almost every year after I moved out, I would take one day at around this time of year, drive down to West Haven (sometimes Milford), and catch my 10 snappers, bring them home, fry them up. and let the taste remind me of when I was 12 years old, and did it a few times a week, all season long. It's always a moving thing for me to do (brings back so many great memories), and somehow it totally slipped my mind this year.
I hope there's a benign explanation, and not a shortfall.
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