This summer sizzles. I saw the movie “Inconvenient Truth” and will be investing in waders soon.
I flew to Toms River to have lunch with an old friend. Eddie R has had his impact on my life, and it was good to see him the family. Then, I went on to Long Island to visit Sag Harbor, and finally Madison, WS to visit my friend Pierre’s homeplace. His mother recently died, and there’s a for sale sign in at the end of the gravel driveway.
You know, there is a disappearing generation of homes that people like me grew up in. Parents die, downsize, or go to assisted living and the homestead gets sold to a young couple ready to renovate, or a developer ready to bulldoze. PLEASE, would someone go do a coffee table book and document these fabulous homes? The ones with old kitchens, black and white family pictures on the wall, shelves full of great books, crank out windows, wooden or plaster walls, screened in porches, and a china cabinet full of stuff they never used. I can smell the place now. I’ll buy the first copy and advertise it on my site.
All else I know is that I’m over due taking a fishing trip.