Yep, that's America. Only here could such a creation exist.
So I'm back for the month. And it feels good. Despite the initial culture shock, readjustment hasn't been so bad. And those first few days of seeing family and reconnecting with friends was exactly what I needed.
We held a July 4th beach bbq, my first in three years, followed by a pretty kickass bonfire overlooking the city skyline. Sailboats crossed back and forth in the bay and from where we were camped out, we had an amazing horizon to horizon view of Boston's as well as six other towns' fireworks displays. It's a beautiful spot. Just off the right edge of the photo below sits Boston Light, the nation's oldest lighthouse. Couldn't have been nicer.
Jamie and Ben also brought Addie, and she did what she does best: run around, zipping and buzzing between everyone like a little honey bee collecting pollen. Here's a photo of the little stinker.
And the bonfire. When it died down, smores and keg beer were thoroughly enjoyed.
Late in the afternoon, we were visited by an eccentric neighbor of Chuck and Dana's who had clearly been awake celebrating the birth of our nation while all of us had been sleeping, eating breakfast, whatever.
I'd just like to say, just because I never actually saw him refilling his cup from a small duffel bag tucked away behind some rocks, doesn't mean it didn't happen... 15 times. Nor did I actually see him take out a small, copper-colored cannon and balance it precariously on a beach rock.
But I definitely saw it, and felt it, go off. As did his dog, who freaked out and pissed all over Kate in fear when it thought it was caught in the middle of a revolutionary war reenactment...
Fire! Keep your eyes on the doggie...
For the record, that's someone asking: "What about, uh, do you want us to move the dog back?"
"No, he's fine" he said dismissively. "Ready...? Fire!"
Man, I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time.
Or seen as vivid a sunset...
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