The bearded chess players isn’t the only old photo I stumbled across while looking for Menemsha pics for Mary’s new computer. When I first saw this pic which Matt took, I didn’t really know who that girl in red was.

I may have posted this before (it’s gonna happen), but this is one of my favorite photos. That’s me on the left playing against  Andy Vince in 1972.  I was a fair chess player, but I almost always lost to Andy.

   

Tonight at Willow Books.

Yesterday was Big Push day. Matt goes back to school at the end of next week and Goose will be gone from this  Thursday late until Monday, and they still have the garage and maybe my barn to paint. With that in mind, and substituting pads for paint brushes, they second-coated  nearly three quarters of the house with that eye popping blue. They made so much progress they’re hoping to finish (lots of trim yet to be painted) by the end of tomorrow.

Early morning rock and roll for Diane.

Stand By Me

Ben E. King

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see
No I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won’t cry, I won’t cry, no I won’t shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah

Whenever you’re in trouble won’t you stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Darlin’, darlin’, stand by me-e, stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Dan gets in touch with his inner sixties with a little help from friends.

I lied.

Here’s a few more. First, Diane enjoying the view as cool breezes rustle her hair while talking to Jeffro in Evansville who’s sweating like a plow horse while suffering through temps near 100. And below are pics Diane insisted I post (not to further needle Jeff) of me swimming in the cool, clear, refreshing ocean. Though not a long swim, I’m so out of shape, I needed to rest next to those lobster traps before my return.

This might be my last photo album (First six photos are Dan’s) . After Dan and Linda left this morning, Diane went water walking in the ocean, we shopped for and successfully bought Diane colorful clothing (my need not hers) , we bought our usual pound of chocolate (is there any other kind?) fudge , and we had lunch in a cafe which occupies the first floor of a house so you sit in what might be the living room on soft leather couches. The weather, and I hear the same is true for Boston, has been ideal. Sun, blue skies and daytime temps you can’t even feel.

Photos taken at the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens in Boothbay.

A few early photos at Diane’s favorite place, the Lobster Co-op.

Diane called me away from my computer for this photo op. She sounded so excited I thought maybe she spied the pot at the end of a rainbow and it was in our yard. Instead, it was Matthew (and then friends) splayed out in our untrimmed bush. You can mouse through the photos, then click to see them individually, run a slide show, and even upload your own if you’re using Firefox or Safari. Otherwise, click here.