On a late afternoon trip to Home Depot for baby barn supplies….and okay, maybe a plant or two…. we were desperately hungry and hit the McDonalds drive thru.
If you know how much we hate McDonalds, you’ll know how desperately hungry we were.
Geranium perched between my legs, we scarfed down the (is this supposed to be edible?) food.
And while we were doing that?
They gathered.
One by one, on both sides… as well as in the front and the back.
Not wanting to re-create a Tippi Hendren phone booth scene, we ate quickly and fled.
As many of you probably know, John F. Kennedy’s family’s compound is in Hyannis… and when you’re there it’s pretty hard to escape the fact. Streets, housing developments, restaurants…. they’re all named for some part of the Kennedy legacy. So we said if you can’t beat em, join em….. and visited the JFK museum.
Unfortunately it was under construction when we visited…
So there won’t be any good exterior shots…
Or good interior shots for that matter because photography was prohibited. I’m not really sure why, as there were very few vintage artifacts to flash damage. And to be honest, the whole place was disappointing. It consisted of multiple rooms filled with large photos, prints and news clippings that I could have just easily researched online. From my couch, in my pajamas. The real museum is in Boston… so my advice? Skip this one and drive to beantown.
Unless you’re in desperate need of some presidential socks…
Which I bootlegged a picture of.
Since it was a beautiful day, we strolled to the harbor next.
Where the husband made friends with a seagull..
Who didn’t seem too pleased with the rules.
Being off season and November, the art shanties were vacant…
But it must be wonderful to walk there in the summer and watch local artists at work.
This time of year the harbor was home to charter and fishing boats.
As most of the tourists have fled for warmer ports.
But it was a pretty spot to watch the ferry come in from Martha’s Vineyard.
And enjoy the day.
Unless you’re a dog walker….
Who apparently have to follow closely behind their pets and strategically aim a saucepan at Fido’s butt.
Good times.
Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
River's world..... 