My Uncle John (my mother's brother) lived in Fitchburg for many years. I spend several weeks during the summer living with them. One time because my baby brother Jeff was being born. Aunt Irma and Uncle John moved to Provincetown for the last 25-30 years of their lives. When Uncle John died there was no service but a memorial service during the early summer days at P-Town. My wife and myself went to the service. After the service Linda wanted to do some shopping. So with my 3 piece suit and dark glasses we proceeded to a clothing store. Once inside I simply waited in the middle of the store waiting for Linda. A young salesman came up to me and asked if he could help. I said no thank you and then he asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with him. I told him I was waiting for my wife. He then asked me if I was FBI! Beautiful town with a unique character.
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