Today was a quiet Sunday. We got up at 0830, walked the dogs, and I drove to Hannaford's to pick up the Boston Globe and a couple of bagels. We had the toasted bagels with coffee and read the paper. Then we had a late but large breakfast. Lunch was not required. Durelle watched some golf, college baseball, and the Red Sox (and did some wash). I sat down to write a review of Linda Greenlaw's latest book, "Seaworthy" for the Charleston Post and Courier. Should you want a copy, drop me a line. During the walk after the dog's supper we discovered an unusual 5th-wheel in site 40. The tow truck is a 1937 Ford with a 402 cu. in. Ford V-8. They started from Vancouver and, in a few days, will rendezvous with a hundred other antique rigs in Nova Scotia before driving back to the west coast. Until 1950 the only car we ever had was a 1936 Ford, so I could relate. Hope all is well on your end.
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