I motored down 95 to CT leaving a wake of anger-awash Monday behind me. My aunt let me sleep in and I woke up in air-conditioning for the first time since Key West. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and the humidity was low. I went for a long run, aimed for the sea. The colors were vivid; a far cry from the grey of Massachusetts. I walked to the beach and took off my shirt and shoes and waded out into the salt water, and it felt good.
My aunt’s neighbor Cookie said June’s endless rain was caused by the effects of a volcano eruption in Alaska on the jet stream.
My aunt and I went to our favorite restaurant, The Place, for dinner. We had ears of corn on the cob, 1/2 dozen shrimp, a dozen grilled clams with BBQ sauce, a 1 1/4 LB lobster, a veggie kabob, the bluefish, and a piece of key lime pie. For the first time in memory, my aunt even shared her lobster. I wore my black Dutch Harbor teeshirt, and a nearby table asked if I was a fisherman from Alaska. Stuffed, we drove down to the ships’ landing and watched the sunset.
glad the third is running strong, like an American engine in 1950! The world and the moon are at your feet.
the docks buddy, the docks.