We were off in Maryland last week for the wedding of the younger daughter of my college roommate. The little town where the wedding took place, Havre de Grace, sits on the Upper Chesapeake Bay, a very short distance from the point where the Susquehanna River enters the bay. A pretty little town. Lots of water and boats and Swan Harbor Farm, the spectacular bay-side site of the wedding.
We had dinner with old friends and I had the biggest crabcake I've ever eaten. A highlight of the trip. As was the Nathan's chile dog with chopped onions that I had at a rest stop on the northbound Garden State Parkway in New Jersey. And I'm not kidding about that. A great hot dog.
We also spent time in Mystic and Groton Long Point, Connecticut, where Dee used to visit her grandparents in the summer many years ago. We even found their old house, looking well kept-up and little changed from 1955. And we stopped in Rhode Island and visited old friend Flossy Madison, who is 93 years old and thinks and moves like a 65-year-old.
Gotta get the hammock up ...