Lobsters & A Sad Tune @ The Harp

Saturday was a scorcher. It was above 90 degrees. GCTS was holding their annual 5K all-seminary run, but I eschewed that opportunity and instead we went to the beach. We are about two miles from the coast, and apparently there are 15-20 ocean beaches within easy driving distance.

Saturday evening was the all-seminary clambake. It was quite the scene at the top of the hill as hundreds of students, spouses, professors, staff, and little kids gathered on top of the hill, while a local youth band sang off-key in the background.

Our idyllic New England experience was marred by two things:

1. Our lobsters seemed to have relieved themselves shortly before being boiled.

2. Almost as soon as we sat down, an incredible downpour broke loose, leaving everyone to scatter for cover holding their sagging paper trays.

Sunday afternoon after church we took the train into Boston and found The Harp, a Bills hangout for Western NY expatriates. A lot of fun - about 400 people wearing Buffalo gear from the last two decades crammed in there - but the agonizing Opening Day loss seems to becoming a yearly tradition.

Laurel: To those in ignorance, the term "rotary" in NE refers to a traffic circle (not the local Rotary club that gives scholarships each year).

We prefer to define it as "a place where mass confusion regularly occurs as all participating drivers believe they have the right of way." Drivers here seem to have an innate sense of whose turn it is (in strict opposition to all formal driving rules and common sense).

This week we also discovered "Nick's Famous Roast Beef" considered to be one of the North Shore's 'hidden jewels'. After devouring our sandwiches we declare that it is indeed a hidden jewel. We welcome all to visit and partake.