Post by Ella. Wednesday, our last stop before our destination, Boothbay Harbor, was Freeport. Freeport’s claim to fame: the headquarters of LL Bean. We had to take a gander at this, along with a million other baby boomers. The big boot with reinforced toe signaled we were at the right place. We took pictures of…
Day: September 28, 2023
A marginal existence
Post by Grubb. Wednesday morning we left the magnificent house where Joey and Elaine live in Sudbury. (The place has a basement theater off the ping-pong room which is off the pool table room. It has a 100-inch screen and electric recliner seats. It’s lucky I don’t live in such a house or else I…
Thank you dynamic duo, Joe and Elaine
Post by Ella. Whew! What a whirlwind of activity with Joe and Elaine, the amazing dynamic duo. We loved every minute of it. Reveling in Boston’s history, stuffing ourselves with cannoli, and having great conversations. Thank you so much for opening your home to us and letting us have a peek at your lives. One…
Into Maine we go, our route
Wednesday, we reluctantly took our leave of Joe and Elaine after a home cooked 3 course breakfast (would we ever being able to eat again?) and headed up the Maine coast. The weather was on our side. Blue sky, no wind. Beautiful. Our destination was Boothbay Harbor with two stops along the way: Ogunquit (a…
The cannoli to beat
Post by Ella. Tuesday, after walking the Freedom Trail and riding/floating the DUKW, what better than a stroll to Boston’s north end, crammed with Italian eateries and bakeries. The area was hopping. You want Italian?. We got Italian. We dined at Trattoria Il Panino. My choice of pasta, the penne arrabbiata, had a light, spicy…
Duck, duck, boat?
Post by Ella. After a living history tour of the Freedom Trail (see Grubb’s post “The city that gobbled the revolution “), we headed towards the harbor for our Duck experience. If it waddles like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s a DUKW. Okay, so it bumps and shakes instead of waddling, but it…
The city that gobbled the revolution
Post by Grubb. When I visited Boston in the early 1980s I went to the top of the Hancock Building for the panoramic view. I remember the green swath of Beacon Hill, historic church steeples poking out of brick neighborhoods, and the embracing bend of the Charles River. There was also a nifty topo map…