Out from Under Our Rocks

A few lovely days in a row have brought out the local wharf denizens - but no Denny? So good to get out and about again and see a few real humans, along with being able to take in the sky and the water and the fresh air.

 

Scallop gear, packed up for the season. 
Smitty and friends
(below) These scallop drags evoke a ton of memories, believe me; my roots, my heritage, my home.

Gone...

All's that's left of the Captain DeFrate house today is - literally - a hole in the ground surrounded by rubble. As Smitty commented, "Pretty soon we won't recognize Edgartown." My response? "I just hope mine's not next."
(via phone)
















So, wait - where am I, ancient Israel or Upper Main Street?