We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I think I will do some like totally random slide shows from my old pics this summer on weekends - if only for my own and for my family's amusement. "Show and Tell." It's tough to have ideas on summer weekends. I love to go places - both the old and familiar, and the new and astonishing. Anywhere is interesting to me. "Go Go Hi Ho!" as my friend says. That's the spirit.
More fun pics below the fold -
The Appennines, in Umbria, last month. We hiked until blisters - and through blisters - through town and country:
Our hotel in Stresa, a couple of years ago. As I recall, our lad hopped up from his job in Rome to visit us there. I was sitting, reading on our porch overlooking Lago Maggiore when he loped up from the train station to the entry with his backpack.
Gwynnie's pic of Hooded Mergansers, last winter, on Long Island Sound:
Some of Mrs. BD's rare Hostas, this week:
Cruising the Danube, last summer:
Stephensplatz, Vienna, last summer. The main stop on the subway, from my experience, and we learned the Vienna subways quickly. We ran into some dear friends and neighbors at the Opera there, by pure chance. Talk about a double-take. Similar thing almost happened to us two years ago with different friends in Palma: Saw them at home in Sept. and found out they were in Palma when we were. They were house hunting. (Mallorca is very pleasant indeed although Cape Cod is good enough for me. Lovely Mallorca is full of Brits and elegant, insouciant Spanish women, with very long legs, who do not notice your existence.)
A place where we like to stay on Cape Cod:
Gwynnie composing a photo in Wellfleet, MA:
Some of my fine buddies, grouse and woodcock hunting not too far from Rangeley in Maine, on lunch break:
We ran into some dear friends and neighbors at the Opera there, by pure chance. Talk about a double-take. Similar thing almost happened to us two years ago with different friends in Palma: Saw them at home in Sept. and found out they were in Palma when we were. They were house hunting. (Mallorca is very pleasant indeed although Cape Cod is good enough for me. Mallorca is full of Brits, and Spanish women with long legs.)
Sometimes you don't want to accidentally meet up with your neighbors on a trip to Europe. An old story from my hometown follows. On a visit to Europe, Mrs. A ran into hometown neighbors Mr. B. and Mrs. C together- an unexpected pairing. Several weeks later, all were back home in the US. Turns out that Mr. B and Mrs. C were having an affair, and had arranged a rendezvous in Europe. While Mr. and Mrs. C stayed together, the local gossip got to be too much for them. Mr. and Mrs. C moved thousands of miles away when Mr. C. found a different job. Mr. B left his wife about a year later for a much younger love, and a divorce followed. The season of the witch.