Cape Cod Journal: June 29
Friday: June 29 Last full day, hard to believe. We drove to The Regatta Restaurant in Cotuit last night. (“Cotuit” is an Indian work meaning, “Build narrow roads with many lights to halt all traffic.”) Worth the hour’s drive, outstanding food, great
Cape Cod Journal: June 28
Thursday: June 28 The fog wraps itself around the inlet some mornings, like this one, then dissipates as the sun grows stronger. Everything here is forever moist. Leave a towel out to dry and it’s likely to be wetter an hour
Cape Cod Journal: June 27
Wednesday: June 27 The Nasuet Beach Club was extraordinary. Pistachio encrusted rack of lamb, and this time a far-underpriced, terrific Turley Zinfandel. When we walked in the hostess said, “Hello, welcome!” Now that’s my kind of place. Ended the evening with
Beavers Redux
I’m pleased and amused to report that the mightly Beavers have, indeed, won the collegiate baseball championship, despite a dismal 10-14 regular season record. They were an at-large entry into the tournament. You simply cannot keep a good Beaver down.
Cape Cod Journal: June 26
Tuesday, June 26 The inner bay waters are warm, the ocean is cold. Sometimes a vicious wind whips up, which the locals pretend to ignore while the rest of us are watching small animals sail past at eye level. This is typical
Cape Cod Journal: June 25
Monday, June 25 I’m writing this as the setting sun is reflected on the light chop of the water, the two large, rear doors wide open admitting early evening into the house. The temperature has been in the mid-70s. The top goes
Cape Cod Journal: June 24
Sunday, June 24 A quahogger (clam digger) is ten yards out in the water, which is only 20 yards from our back porch. He wades diligently among the moored boats, using a six-foot rake to pry clams from the bottom, which
Go, Beavers
I spoke last Tuesday morning for the Institute of Management Consultants’ chapter in Portland, Oregon. Oregon, where I’ve been several times, is a beautiful place with lovely people, but is somewhat, well, different. For one thing, everyone is fond of saying,
Ellicottville Journal
In fulfilling a speaking assignment, the limo took me on the hour trip to Boston’s Logan Airport; I waited an hour for my flight; I took the hour flight to Buffalo in a cramped jet made by elves in Canada;
Law of Unintended Consequences
I've been waiting for a return phone call from the general manager of a Porsche dealership which has offered the loan of a Boxster for the ballet, where I am on the board. I'm also a good customer of the