Memorial Day is (among other things) the unofficial start of summer. It means my favorite restaurants are finally open. It means the tourists are coming in full force. It means traffic rotaries are now a matter of life and death as morons from New Jersey and countless other states slam on their brakes in confusion. It means crowded beaches, fried clams, ice cream and shorts.
And it means Will has to dress “Cape Cod Preppy” to fit in.