On our final morning in Cranberryland, Jon and I had a big old breakfast at D's Omelet Shoppe in the center of town. I've written about D's before. It's the kind of place, were it in Iowa or New Hampshire, presidential candidates would visit to press the flesh and kiss babies during the primaries. But D's is in Massachusetts, so you don't have to worry about having a politician get between you and your home fries.
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