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This has been a mixed week. I've already posted about Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday and Thursday were quiet days, on which I did little or nothing.

On Friday I had lunch with Dawn Bucket, née Fraffie Welch. I think I've written about Fraf before. She is the "local colour" opinion columnist for the Marblehead Reporter, and her opinions are forthright. She tools around town, berating motorists who run the stop sign at Pond and Green Streets, wonders aloud why the Pledge of Allegiance is not recited before Town Meeting (answer: No one seems to know.), and generally raises hell.

She says that I'm her biggest fan; I don't think that's true, as everyone in town reads her column and I'm sure that people who are closer to Marblehead also think a lot of her. We correspond regularly, and when I'm in Town we go out to lunch. So, Fraf took me to the Boston Yacht Club.

I have arrived.

The most prestigeous yacht club in a town with three or four of them, they have a great club building next to the water in Old Town, and have a reputation for great food. We ended up in the bar, where over one very powerful Manhattan we discussed Town affairs, and ranged up to Gloucester where one occasional guest at Hammond Castle years ago raised my eyebrows. But, more important, we decided to have the same dish. Now, [livejournal.com profile] trawnapanda, you are not allowed to comment, either snidely or not, on this. I have never in my entire life had lobster. My mother set one on the floor one day to scare me when I was little, and perhaps that's why I dislike seafood to this day. However, Fraf recommended the lobster roll, and I decided that I should try it once.

It was very good.

Later on in the afternoon I went into Boston to see my Facebook friend Sarav. It will probably be our only chance to meet for years to come, as he is moving from Cambridge to San Francisco next month. He is a fabulous guy from India who has adopted the US as his country. He dances classical Indian dance, is a crack coder, and has a very nice dog. We had chai and samosas, and discussed everything under the sun as we waited for people to come to buyhis bedroom set.

They never showed. So I did not have a chance to go out to dinner with him. However, he ferried me to Haymarket where I took the bus back to Marblehead. I wish him all the best in San Francisco; he is handsome, personable, and an all-round lovely person. SF needs to send about 10 people back here to Cambridge just to replace him here.

The transportation to and from Cambridge was very crowded that day. I wonder about the future of the T, seeing as they are running a deficit and can't run more trains or buses than they are.

Today my friend [livejournal.com profile] momshapedbox drove up from Connecticut to see me. That was 2 hours on the road here and 2 hours back. I am so honoured. Sue is what my mom would call a "hot ticket"—so bubbly and dynamic that it sometimes takes my breath away. She is also the mother of [livejournal.com profile] boyshapedbox, whom I have never met but who is a really great guy living in San Francisco with his husband and brightening up the Castro and Dolores Park. Sue and I drove up to Gloucester for two main reasons: first, I haven't been there in years, and second, I wanted to pick up some special rye whiskey that is distilled there. We parked on Main Street and had two hours to stroll and eat. We walked down and back and decided on Italian, which was very good. We went past my high school teacher's old place, 128 Main Street, which has gone from a Bohemian flat where movies and art were made to a CPA's office. Harry must be turning in his urn. I had my first glasses of wine there, learned an awful lot about myself and other people, and enjoyed Harry's wit, good humour, and joy in life.

We found a package store, and, lo and behold, I found one bottle of Ryan & Wood Straight Rye Whiskey, hand labelled "Barrel #11, Bottle #216". It was $38, but I had to have one and I got it. I won't have a chance to taste it until I get back to London, but I'm anticipating a lovely experience.

Tomorrow I will probably go to church, and then in the afternoon it's the traditional visit to Outback Restaurant in Peabody, where prime rib will be consumed and a good time will be had by all.

Date: 2012-04-15 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maxauburn.livejournal.com
Glad to hear you are enjoying!!

:)

the whiskey

Date: 2012-04-15 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] henare.livejournal.com
can you take that onto the plane?

Re: the whiskey

Date: 2012-04-15 01:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chrishansenhome.livejournal.com
I'll have to wrap it in bubble wrap and put it in my checked luggage and hope the bottle doesn't break. You are allowed 1 litre of spirits going back to the UK.

Re: the whiskey

Date: 2012-04-20 06:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chrishansenhome.livejournal.com
Aside from the TSA searching my luggage, I had no problems bringing anything back from Marblehead. The whiskey is now sitting with the other bottles on my kitchen counter waiting for me to emerge from the fog of jetlag to open it and sample.

Date: 2012-04-15 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rsc.livejournal.com
We walked down and back and decided on Italian, which was very good.

This was still in Gloucester, right? Which restaurant?

Dawn Bucket isn't by any chance married to Richard's brother, and thus related by marriage to Hyacinth, is she?

Date: 2012-04-16 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chrishansenhome.livejournal.com
Oh, dear, I haven't a clue as to which restaurant. The front of the restaurant had the bar and a small area with about 4 tables. Then there is a long narrow corridor to the back, which has two more seating areas. It's on Main Street on the north side near the far end.

"Dawn Bucket" is a reference to the Town chant, which derives from the open sewers we had in the 1600's. When a homeowner wanted to empty the chamberpots, he'd open a window and yell, "Whip!" Passersby on the sidewalk would get out of the way; when the coast was clear they'd yell back, "Down bucket!" And the contents of the chamberpot would be thrown into the open sewer. When the deed was done, the homeowner would yell, "Up for air!" and "Up For Air" is the name of "Dawn Bucket's" column.

These days, although less often than when I was a kid, two Marbleheaders who knew each other and who met outside of town would use the chant. One would say, "Whip!" and the other would answer "Down bucket!" then they would both say "Up for air!"

Fraffie is what Englishpeople would term a "spinster".

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