Truth.
I’m supposed to be packing my second suitcase for tomorrow’s flight to Europe. I’ve got a 6AM flight out of Providence tomorrow, which means that I get to wake up at 3:30 and blah blah blah driving, coffee, TSA, flat end into the belt buckle. The problem is that I am sick of packing, and more importantly, the Bruins are playing in Tampa Bay right now and this is the last time I’ll get to sit at home and watch the boys in action.
I’m not saying we’re the center of the universe, but a hundred million pressing fingers can’t possibly be wrong.
What follows is a bunch of photos taken over the past couple of days that I wanted to put up on my website. To anyone else, they may not be very interesting–but for all of the Cape natives who are currently in exile these are the scenes that we miss the most. Selfishly I wanted to have a bunch at my fingertips to swipe through whenever waves of homesickness rolled through me. Here they are:
Falmouth Green. In the off season you can stand in the middle of the road and not see a single car. Good for photo ops.
I love that I can still go to Falmouth Lumber and like a little kid get a Tootsie Pop from the guys working there. And I don’t have to stand up on the table anymore to get one.
Surf Drive at sunrise. You simply cannot have too many photos of this event on your phone.
Woods Hole. My grandmother was born right by here in 1909. She went to the Lawrence High School in Falmouth– so I’d like to think that I have some real roots here in Woods Hole. This is the bridge to The Vinyid.
My firefighter paramedic sister works over at the Oak Bluff Fire Department. We clearly missed the ferry.
Eel Pond Bridge. My morning run today was around Woods Hole. Quiet, largely deserted, and very blue.
St. Joseph’s Church. I used to go to Mass here with my aunt as a little kid. I am hoping that my attendance is still paying dividends.
Eel Pond and the Marine Biological Laboratory. Looks kinda fake, doesn’t it?
This is as close as I’ll ever get to becoming a scientist. I’m totally okay with this.
For folks who have run the Falmouth Road Race, you spend a long time congregating around here waiting for the race to start. What people don’t realize is that October is really the best time to experience this part of town.
If you’re winding through Woods Hole you might as well hug the coast and make a stop at Nobska. Especially if you don’t have a to scale replica in your own backyard.
A stop on Main Street. I’m embarrassed to say that although I don’t come home super often, the people in the Maison Villatte boulangerie know me really well. If I lived here year round I’d be the size of a tank. It would be worth it.
The sunset, in whatever shape it happens to be, is best at Chapoquoit Beach. Known affectionally as Chappy by locals, you can find many of us out here freezing and smiling as we take in the end of day.
I feel like I’m already out there and underway.
So as promised, this post was not super exciting. And along those same lines, this hockey game is not really holding my attention either. It’s a tie score, and my a-hole brother just brought an expired bag of peanuts up from the cellar (expiration date of 2011) and tricked us all into eating some. They were terrible. If I can survive not being poisoned, I’ll need to finish watching the second period and go up to finish packing. For sure, I’ll miss being home, spending time outside or carrying on with family and friends while doing the immature, stupid and simple things that make being a Cape Cod kid worthwhile.
Until next time.