I pulled our almost seven year old laptop out of the closet, wiped the hard drive clean, installed OS X and added a wireless card, and now I have a perfectly good traveling machine. I wonder if you could install XP on a laptop running at 333 mhz?

Anyway, here we are sitting in the Townsend Ave Coffee House and Wine Bar (How perfect a combination is that? Come for breakfast and coffee and stay for lunch and dinner). By we, I now mean I. We arrived together but after coffee and postcards dutiful Diane has slipped off to the post office and to browse the local stores.

Walking by our table on Robinson’s Wharf, in Southport, ME.

Diane rolled her eyes as this band on the library common played Sousa Marches, but I rode the time machine back to an era I only knew from Saturday Evening Post covers, and perhaps one political rally in Nevada, Missouri, when I was fifteen. I missed the photo op of the day – hands on hearts during The National Anthem.
Closer View
Matthew drove up in his Mazda and joined us for a day and a half. We played three games of scrabble (they had no chance), and two games of mini-golf. In the first game Matt had two holes-in-one, but my sloppy score keeping ( I kept inserting his scores into my column) forced us to play that second game, in which Diane won. “It’s the sport I’m best at,” she said.