It feels a bit like someone up in Albany is punking us with the “Groundhog Day” roadwork situation at the intersection of Route 114 and Stephen Hand’s Path.

The classic lobster roll when I was growing up here in the 1970s was just lobster meat and mayonnaise, sometimes with chopped celery, on a hot dog bun. These days, variations abound.

One of the analog pleasures I miss most in our digital world is sitting on a stool behind the jewelry counter at my late Aunt Mary’s boutique on Newtown Lane examining catalogs from travel agencies.