>My 16-yr-old brother left today.
Day one in Boston was the the most adventurous. We wondered around the historic district and into the oldest restaurant in America, the
There, we swallowed half a dozen oysters, listened to the oyster crackers jokes and drank some of the best dang lemonade that ever I’ve had. After that, we hiked through a lovely park and listened to some live guitarists and bongoists. Along the way, we discovered
, which was called the Bull and Finch before 1982. They make really good hamburgers. We sorted through the assorted tv show paraphernalia and then wondered around the beautiful Beacon Hill for a while. It was dusk, so all the old school street lamps were glowing and the tall x skinny brownstone houses looked dreamy. THEN the funniest thing happened! Liz Gilson, my crazy college roommate texted me,
“Any chance you’re in Boston?”
“…Yes.”
“Any chance your just ate at Cheers?”
“…Yes.”
“Okay. The girl that I brought with me to your wedding that you don’t know swore she just saw you there.”
“Whow. What the heck. Okay thanks.”
Crazy huh? Crazy.
Day 2
Kayaking in Kennebunk. via York Beach and Ogunquit. (the york lighthouse just might be my favorite so far.) We stopped at a roadside veggie stand on the way home and grabbed some fresh cobbed corn and green beans to accompany the leftover roast for dinner. Cater said my cooking was good. Encouraging.
Day 3
Rained. Defiance is a good movie.
Day 4
Rock climbed. Woodfire Pizza. Back to Union Oyster House for more lemonade. Dropped him off at the airport. Tear.
