Great angle

I’m all for somebody else grabbing that brass ring. So when I spotted this never-saw-it-before while my dear wife Karen and I were strolling the shops in Chatham, Mass., I decided it was worth a shout-out. <em>Fire Fishin’</em> is a safe and easy way to roast your marshmallows. I was not in the market, but…

Can’t leave the flower grounds just yet

Because my dear wife Karen and I saw so much during our walk around the Heritage Museums and Gardens grounds in Sandwich, Mass., I offer this extra potpourri of photographs, many of which Karen’s good eye coaxed an elbow and a <em>take that!>/em>. Sturdy colors abounded the straight and narrow choice. Delicious bits of subtle…

Art for a great cause

All of the outdoor exhibits my dear wife Karen and I came upon during our walk of the gorgeous grounds at the Heritage Museums and Art in Sandwich, Mass., were fashioned from recycled materials. I think they are the works from genius minds. The second lives of these materials truly shine, yes? I could have…

Way back when on the Cape

Little by little, more folks brought hustle and bustle to these Massachusetts shores by the sea. The folks at the Heritage Museums and Gardens allowed curators to gather a path of knowledge for walkers to look and learn in the middle of the grounds in Sandwich, Mass. My dear wife Karen soaked it all in…

Even past peak, the rhododendrons shine for us

My dear wife Karen and I decided a return to the Rhodendron Festival of Sandwich, Mass., for our second year running was a must. Well actually we walked the paths of the beautiful grounds of the Heritage Museums and Gardens. Took our time. I snapped away on my iPhone.Even though we were just a year…

A warm cup and more

This vacation’s drive to Chatham led us to a first stop at Lily’s Diner, a cozy-looking joint on the main drag with an inviting table on the front veranda. The coffee the amiable waitress that I swore to my dear wife Karen came from downstate New York poured into our green Lily’s cups was quite…

Throwing in for the Cleat & Anchor

One of the reasons we adored the location of the house we rented the previous handful of years was the ability to walk to several restaurants we grew fonder of as time went by. On we settled into our new rental 1.25 miles toward the beach and away from the village on night one of…

Dog, meet beach

Our first walk with cherished rescue mutt Ellie B was to the public beach, after dinner. We knew we did not want to take her way down yonder. She still enjoyed her moment in the golden hour. Next morning, the three of us rook the opposite turn to the private beach. We knew it was…

Walk, walk, beach

Our Cape Cod vacation location was a quarter-mile stride from not one, but two beach locations. If we took a left out of the driveway and went down the first available lane, we hit stairs that led to the big public beach. Lots of folks frolicked at the bottom of that climb. We enjoyed the…