We have reached that point in the summer when all meteorological predictions are useless — if they say rain, slap on the sunscreen; if they say "oh, that orange blob on the radar will pass us right by," make sure your windows are securely closed.
What's new, people? Everyone's getting their summer on and forgetting about Li'l ol' Linley, sitting here at her computer, waiting for news of your goings-on.
Okay, we've got Taste of the Vineyard tonight, the Boogies on a boat this weekend, and Neil Flynn holding down the back bar at Atlantic for the foreseeable future.
So much to report this week: where do I start? Well, first things first, our bell is back on the Old Whaling Church after being shipped away for repairs.
