My wife and I and some old friends and our dogs took the ferry from Point Judith RI to Block Island yesterday. This vacant eyed maiden floated off the second floor porch across from the ferry landing. Suspended by thin wires, she was like a ghost.
Here are Pam and I on the Summit of Mount Washington, about 50 years after my friend Kevin O'Connell and I climbed the Presidential Range as teenagers, and maybe sixty years since my Dad and Mom took us up to the top on the Cog Railway.
I am not sure what this is but it was sticking out of the wall of a shop in San Gimignano. The city is a medieval walled city with modern day tourist shops. This artifact is genuine, but a genuine what I do not know.
The gang on our annual trip to
applecrest farm in new hampshire. We are pouting because it was raining and the food stand with the sausages and corn on the cob was shut down.