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I was still very much a New York City boy learning about Coastal New England. So, on a hike in the woods early in the fall, I asked my girlfriend about the pretty purplish flowers. She smiled and told me they were "frost flowers" because they opened as white flowers and gradually deepened in color …
Card games. I know some love them, and I played enough poker, blackjack, and even bridge when I was young that I least had a bit of pleasure from them. Then came my time with my father-in-law - the Cap'n. He loved to play cribbage so much that it was a nightly event when sailing …
This might sound like a brag, but it's not. I could hand, reef, and steer a boat for a long time before learning how to drive a car.
There are many types of terrariums. But berry bowls are a peculiarly New England item I learned about while living in Maine as a young man.
Bubba Gray was having a meltdown. His wife and the business manager wanted him to accept a contract to restore an old rum runner, and Bubba was saying there was no way on earth that the cursed thing was coming into his yard. Lazy Bones had famously killed its owner, his lover, and two mobsters in the thirties when it brought Canadian whiskey into Maine harbors. It had spent thirty years in a shed, and according to Bubba, it was there the damned boat remained. His wife quietly argued that he either accepted the contract or found another way to extract the yard from eminent bankruptcy.
The Mermaid Inn was not the best in town. However, it had the distinction of surviving an insurance fire staged by New York owners and abandonment in the Great Depression. Having survived hardship, The Inn had acquired the crusty "knock me down, and I'll get back up" reputation that locals admired because they saw it as among their best traits.
With September absconding with the warmth of August, I should have been back in Boston. But there I was helping the Cap'n prepare Pysche for the winter layup.
The broken cribbage board and the Coast Pilot Take me back to the days when I learned to "Hand, Reef, and Steer" aboard the 34-foot ketch Psyche.
A lobsterman I knew back in the day was a chef on board his floating diner, his lobster boat.
My first wife's favorite color was purple, and the Grey Menace's Favorite thing to lie upon was her long purple woolen muffler. He'd wait until she had placed it on a chair after coming out of the winter weather. Then, once he was sure she was not looking, he'd start dragging it away to his lair
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