Lulu’s Crawl Cel in Spain View entire image
Diane, Robbie and Joe wait for Matthew to clear customs. The connecting tunnel form terminal E to Central Parking. On the way home Matt talked about the architecture (of which he took many photographs), the museums (they are everywhere), the helpful and not so helpful people, the restaurants, the beaches (smiling at the thought), the […]
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Molasses Pond, 5 AM, Monday morning. View larger image We were gonna come home Sunday night. But on the way to Molasses Pond, during lunch in Belfast, Maine, with the sea smells a waftinà and Diane enjoying a ridiculously-sized portion of steamed in garlic and tarragon mussels, she looked at me and said, ìLetÃs go […]
Story of My Life Each day goes down in history, wets its feet, bathes in clear or murky stream, drinks deep, comes out to join past days on the other bank. We go in with the bathing day, every morning, brace the shiver on our skin, taste the slaking of thirst, find footing on mossy […]
From Joan: Talking to HO about Aunt Mary Jane, Bill etc. I said at least Michael has good sense. HO said, “Well, he had the good sense to marry Diane.” You had to hear the delivery / see arch of eyebrow. I know… sounds like he hasn’t had a good idea since.
Toasted, not roasted, by a longtime friend and colleague. View larger image Jack sang three songs at his retirement party at The Sitting Bull Tuesday night and ended with, ìI know what you are thinking, donÃt quit your day job. Well, itÃs too late!î Since it was open mike night and there were many to […]
Chris’s new puppy, Dash.View larger image
“Thus far this trip has been one of the most amazing experiences…there is nothing like being your own boss in a foreign country. “
Matt holds the door at the Quarterdeck restaurant for Flo et al while pondering how heÃll have time to hang with us, study for his final final, take the test, pack and be ready by 2 PM for his trip to Logan and Barcelona.
Sunday’s barbecue at the Finlays.