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.
We'll recycle things from the archives, but nothing new during vacation break.
Here's my final big batch of Wellfleet architecture photos. Our prayer is that Wellfleet be never yuppified, and that it remain ramshackle, weather-beaten, weedy, and perfectly imperfect. Like Nantucket, before the Beautiful People discovered it in the 1980s as an alternative to the Hamptons.
Hatch's has been there since before I was a little kid, with the same sign with a Striper eating a lobster. If you ask them to keep some Toro (Bluefin tuna belly), they will have it for you the next day, if not sooner. It's the best food in the world (flash-grilled over charcoal, not as sushi).
This grand old boathouse on the harbor is a great place to rent for the summer, but it's booked years in advance, and it ain't cheap. Yes, that is�low tide. There is water against the pilings at high tide:
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My sister with her family rented this cottage each August for many years:
Shuttered-up barn on a fine�old Wellfleet farm. It's a sin to covet, but I always coveted the 25-acre farm here, on the edge of the marsh, with the 1830 farmhouse down that dirt road in the photo below this one:
The perfect�cozy cottage for my brother and his wife:
A fancy new place. Comfortable, no doubt - but we disapprove:
�The good old Chequesset Yacht and Golf Club:
�Needs work but I'd take it:
Mind you, I took some of these photos at 5:30 am on my morning jaunt, so the light isn't perfect:
The all-powerful�Harbormaster's HQ, on the town dock. The guy is the crustiest old-salt Yankee you'd ever want to see. No, not friendly at all:
Be there or be square: Mac's, on the town dock, where you go for ice-cream at night:
Enjoy the break--I understand that you need it! But, please know how much your work on Maggie's Farm is valued, I would say even cherished. You are the one of the few bright and wonderful pleasures that enters this life on a daily basis. Thank you and come home soon!