While flipping through the SandPaper in our kitchen last week, I announced to the family, “Oh, Ship Bottom is celebrating its 100th year.”

My 12-year-old son was quick to respond.

“One hundred years of what? Road work?”

I may struggle to get him to eat vegetables and change his clothes, but he has pretty good comedic timing.

April, for all its purple flower and green grass associations, is rarely pleasant around here. Granted I live in Ship Bottom, near the circle, no less, so all we see are orange cones and blinking lights in contrast…