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ok, I'm up, guys...had a good dream last night, except right at the end a bunch of family guys (mob) came down to where I was eating a huge homemade Italian feast and just as I stuffed my face full of fettucini and veal scallopini one of the older distinguished looking gangsters comes up and stands right in front of me and looks me in the eye with that look "...you know why we're here, Nick..." and I know they came to take me out for violating some unbreakable code...except I don't know really what I did and I'm wondering if they would let me have a nice big glass of chianti so I can wash down this good food and not die with my mouth full...and then I woke up. I have to go back to that and figure out what they think I did and I'm sure I can talk my way out of it.
Yep, I am in Martha's Vineyard. I had a specific town in mind but since there are only a few towns on the island I'm good to go just with Tully's Vineyard guess.
I spent many vacations on that island and really like it there especially this nice little rustic house I used to stay in most of the time, right on Lake Tashmoo, very quiet and close to nature environment. It also reminds me of my beloved black lab, Dewey, who loved to play there, running and swimming out to try to grab the osprey as they were diving for fish right off the shore.
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