A sub par lunch, an east end stroll and proof that you can’t go home again..

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After our walk on the beach, G.’s pants were wet so she changed into shorts. This left us trying to dry her clothing in the sun on the roof of the golf cart while we had lunch…. and that required a readying hand.

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The only lunch available this time of year was at the Inn.

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It’s a grand old building…

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That seems to have new management every time we visit.

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We were the only people in the dining room which didn’t bode well.

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Kelp burger?

Hmm… no.

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Tiny flavorless rubber mussels, brightly colored but mediocre cocktails and disappointing sandwiches left us unsatisfied …

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But the view was nice.

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Another shoreline walk on Hamilton Beach…

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And then we drove by my old home.

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Old is the proper adjective because the original section of house on the right was built in 1842.

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And while the old girl still has good bones, I admit to being disappointed by the crumbling stone wall…

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The untrimmed shrubbery, overgrown lawn…

And general feeling of lackadaisical upkeep.

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When we lived here everything was neat as a pin and my father had glorious rows of red roses on the inside of the front wall. I lived here from age 14 to 20 and the place is full of memories, not to mention ghosts of those I’ve loved and lost.

They say you can’t go home again.

I guess they’re right.

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30 thoughts on “A sub par lunch, an east end stroll and proof that you can’t go home again..”

  1. Your old house is not just beautiful but majestic as well. It might not look like when you lived there but, it’s just wonderful. Too bad lunch sucked monkey balls though, you’d think being so close to fresh sea food the cook would learn how to prepare it.

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  2. That menu did leave a lot to be desired. Your old house looks lie a mansion compared to the house that I grew up in. At the time my father built it, it was a high tech, Frank Lloyd Wright style house but it built on a cheap piece of land in a neighborhood that was going downhill at the time. Since then, it’s only gotten worse. Sad to see.

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  3. You mean I’m the only one who’s been craving a Kale Sammy? 🤣

    Sorry about your childhood home; I’m sure it was a lovely place—I can see what it was with your description. Does it look like someone is living there? Or they’re just lazy about the upkeep?

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