And maybe a jug full of moooooooose shine!

When I was a litte kid on a bike ride, I saw with my own eyes, a moose calf that swam across the Piscataqua River (from the Ship Yard side). It probably stole secrets from one of the nuclear subs. It was then waltzing through the flower park before getting darted and hauled off. I miss those days so bad. Life was simpler. And moosier.