Up to visit NH
I’m
listening to the new Shins album right now — I like. It doesn’t
come out till October 21. Shhh, don’t tell.
So I flew up to New Hampshire this
weekend to visit my big sis and her hubby. They have a fine home,
I’m jealous. Friday night, we ate at this great restaurant called
43 North . A clever name, because
that’s exactly where Portsmouth, NH is located, (43°3′ North, 70°47′ West)
I had this unbelievable veal & sage ravioli and an
even better dessert. “Dessert after dinner?” “Has Marty gone mad?” Oh, it
happened. Crepes with a mango and raspberry sauce, blueberries,
whipped cream plus I asked for a side of vanilla ice cream,
because really; you can’t eat crepes without ice cream…,
unless you’re some kind of pinko-commie. It tasted one-thousand
times better than it looked.
weekend to visit my big sis and her hubby. They have a fine home,
I’m jealous. Friday night, we ate at this great restaurant called
43 North . A clever name, because
that’s exactly where Portsmouth, NH is located, (43°3′ North, 70°47′ West)
I had this unbelievable veal & sage ravioli and an
even better dessert. “Dessert after dinner?” “Has Marty gone mad?” Oh, it
happened. Crepes with a mango and raspberry sauce, blueberries,
whipped cream plus I asked for a side of vanilla ice cream,
because really; you can’t eat crepes without ice cream…,
unless you’re some kind of pinko-commie. It tasted one-thousand
times better than it looked.
We had some drinks afterward on the water in
Portsmouth at a fine lil’ pub by the sea. It had a great
view of the harbor, the bridges leading
to Maine and the occasional passing dinghy. Tee hee. Kathy
confessed to doing some bad things back in high school.
I didn’t bother mentioning the hundreds of people I’d murdered. Some
good brother and sis bonding.
Portsmouth at a fine lil’ pub by the sea. It had a great
view of the harbor, the bridges leading
to Maine and the occasional passing dinghy. Tee hee. Kathy
confessed to doing some bad things back in high school.
I didn’t bother mentioning the hundreds of people I’d murdered. Some
good brother and sis bonding.
The next day we all went kayaking. A very
meditative sport, kayaking — and a good work-out. I took some pics
with a waterproof camera for this excursion, unfortunately they’re
not developed yet. So in the meantime, here’s a tranquil picture of
a kayaker to give you a general sense of the inner-peace I
was feeling.
meditative sport, kayaking — and a good work-out. I took some pics
with a waterproof camera for this excursion, unfortunately they’re
not developed yet. So in the meantime, here’s a tranquil picture of
a kayaker to give you a general sense of the inner-peace I
was feeling.
Ed
performed two original songs for me this weekend. They were both
excellent. The first was “Three Cheers for Cody”, a tribute to the
coolest dog around . The
second was “Pink Slip Baby”, a great-poppy-Top 40 sounding ditty
that needs to get some airplay.
performed two original songs for me this weekend. They were both
excellent. The first was “Three Cheers for Cody”, a tribute to the
coolest dog around . The
second was “Pink Slip Baby”, a great-poppy-Top 40 sounding ditty
that needs to get some airplay.
After a terrific brunch with brunch-style
beverages, and catching an entertaining IMAX movie at the Boston
Museum of Science, we walked along the Charles and around
Harvard Yard on Sunday. The weather was beautiful in Massachusetts
this weekend; the kind of temperature where it’s cool enough to wear
longsleeves, and you can smell autumn just down the road, Garrison
Keillor is on the front-porch spinning that familiar yarn
about the ol’ bully in the neighborhood, and mom’s plum cake is
cooling on the– ok.. you get it; the weather was nice.
beverages, and catching an entertaining IMAX movie at the Boston
Museum of Science, we walked along the Charles and around
Harvard Yard on Sunday. The weather was beautiful in Massachusetts
this weekend; the kind of temperature where it’s cool enough to wear
longsleeves, and you can smell autumn just down the road, Garrison
Keillor is on the front-porch spinning that familiar yarn
about the ol’ bully in the neighborhood, and mom’s plum cake is
cooling on the– ok.. you get it; the weather was nice.
We passed many a street performer along the way, but
none that sucked as much as this guy as
he turns his head in shame. He did the worst version of Simon & Garfunkel’s
“Homeward Bound” I’ve ever heard. I wanted to throw
something at him, but all I was holding was Ed’s digital camera
— and that wouldn’t have been good.
August 30, 2003
• Posted in: Ramblings
