Dearest Friends, Among the Amish, rumspringa is a right of passage for the young - they leave the farm, dress in modern raiment, go to the city and debauch for a year. Then a big decision is made - return and live a plain, pious life or stay among “dem English” and their manifold temptations. It’s a crude analogy and certainly more prosaic, but our current holiday at the sea reminds me a little of rumspringa. Yesterday, for example, the diet went to Hell in a giant hand basket starting with bottomless mimosas and steak and eggs for breakfast*. Today I return to my plain, pious life. Ah, you know, maybe.
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