A cold, blustery morning. As I later hear someone say, "B'Jesus, she's some cold today, b'y." Wayne serves us continental breakfast in his dining room. As we chow down, we learn a little about him. Originally from the area, ex-military and retired, he bought the B&B several years ago. Same old story: working harder in retirement than ever. I noticed last night that there's a piano in the living room. Would Wayne mind if I played for a while? Of course not, says Wayne, but the dog may sing along. Shilo is a golden lab mixed with something whom we met last night. As soon as I strike the keys, she raises her head into the air and joins in–loud! She clearly thinks she is singing along. We I stop, she stops. When I start up
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