Swampscott Stories
Spring in Winter: Swampscott Faces the Sun
Swampscott basked in mid-winter light and spring warmth.
Monday was a mid-January dream of a day. A corker. The kind to bottle and savor. All 60 degrees. The kind that decades ago WBZ radio weatherman Don Kent would have called balmy. Balmy. Yes. A knuckleball of a day. A looney tune of a day. A sunny tune of a day. A day to dance to. Swampscott danced and here's how: A father getting buried in the sand by a 3-year-old son wielding a shingle for a shovel at Fisherman's Beach. By forgetting lunch and going for a walk but looking at the ice cream shops to see if windows were open three months early. By forgetting work and going for a walk and smiling for no reason. By sniffing the sunshine, wagging your tail and barking for no reason. By serving breakfast at Lincoln's Landing and looking out the…
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