Yesterday, I took my 13 year old daughter to Plymouth for a history visit. The plan to see Plimoth Plantation was mentally scrapped at the halfway point of our 75 minute drive south. After all, we’d been there only a year before and on the same exact day. I know this because I was standingContinue reading “The way back”
This past weekend I wrote my brother’s obituary. An obituary that he never would have wanted, but that we needed. This follows the personal tribute I wrote, which was more about what he meant to my life . Writing is always hard. But writing the summary of someone’s life, particularly when you are dealing withContinue reading “A life in 640 words”
A December 26 photograph from the wharfs in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Merry belated Christmas.
A swan and ducks on a winter day.
We made the trek south for the annual Plymouth Thanksgiving parade. It was freezing and we got there way too early, but once it got underway it was worth the wait and cold. Photos of our summer trip to Plimoth Plantation are here.
Some out of state friends came to stay with us for five days and we became unofficial tour guides of Massachusetts, visiting the Freedom Trail and its nearby attractions, Harvard, MIT, the New England Aquarium, Crane Beach in Ipswich, taking a Duck Tour, and a trip to Plymouth to see Plimoth Plantation and the MayflowerContinue reading “Pilgrim’s Progress”
I’m sure there will come a day I can make the 90 minute trip to Plymouth without stopping at my beloved Lobster Hut to buy a clam strip roll and onion rings, but yesterday was not that day. Having eaten at this place off and on for 30 plus years I can say it stillContinue reading “Lobster Hut”