We have been at the Moorings for a week. Today the Boucher's arrived with all their grilling toys. The 4th of July promises to be a diet buster.
We went up to Pappa J's for supper with the Branns. Dick Brann and Durelle have a tradition of splitting a lobster pizza at the beginning and the end of the season. It was a fine looking pizza.
I had a rib-eye, rare.
I passed on all those garlic-mashed potatoes. It was a good meal with good friends.
I would be remiss if I didn't sent along a picture of Baxter who had climbed up into Durelle's chair.
The old man is still doing OK.