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Since the News Junkie plans to stop by Cuttyhunk this weekend, I thought I'd do a piece on this place which is mainly known to East Coast sailors for its large harbor.
Cuttyhunk is the outermost of the chain of Elizabeth Islands that stretch from Cape Cod southwest into Buzzard's Bay between the MA shore and Martha's Vineyard. Most of the Elizabeths are owned outright, but not Cuttyhunk, which has a year-round population of 52 (many more in July and August). Cuttyhunk is two miles long and about a mile wide. It is mostly wild.
The island is not convenient at all, but it ain't a cheap place to buy- example. If you don't have a boat, you get to Cuttyhunk from New Bedford on the M/V Cuttyhunk.
The 1962 comedy "The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming" was just on TCM about a week or two ago. Delightful movie --I think it was filmed one one of those islands. It's practically all outdoors, so you get to see (remember) what they looked like in the early 60s. Sweet!
While living in West Texas, I learned to appreciate the value of far horizones. I, like most folks from West Texas, love to be able to "see em comin" at least one day out!!!
Looks like this little island would do that for you on a clear day!
Assigned a permanent change of station by the CIA in 1971 to San Fran I left Jacksonville , Fl in my brand new Triumph TR-6. Beside me on the seat the precursor to video cameras, a Kodak Sight and Sound Camera..got pictures with sound, (me talking, the sign remained mute ..go figure) of that sign. There was also a sign, I think in TX that for miles and mile just said "THE THING"...
I made it from Baton Rouge to El Paso on the second day of the drive....but I was so older then I'm younger than that now..oops other way 'round...
Texas is a hunk of state to cover on I-10 but in those days some of the areas had 80 mph speed limits and you could push 87 without getting nailed...traffic was lighter...had a ball!!
yessir, once west of San Antone, you could practically let the car drive itself --no traffic, wide open straight shot to El Paso. Still a lot that way, tho as you said the traffic is heavier and Smokey a lot less acommodating (and how, ask me, old "many tickets").
In mid 1950's mom took us back east every other year for Christmas. Took Route 66 from So. Cal. unless snow and cold were too much. In that case mom would go south to Dallas (2 days) then east from there. All in all it was 3 days across the state from Amarillo to Texarkana.