Ye Greate Street, Greenwich, NJ. For this and all subsequent, click for much bigger.
All this time, I’ve been thinking Fife had to be prettier than where I grew up and ran around as a kid.
Not competing now, but for the first time I feel proud of the backcountry where I grew up.
My wife has proven there are no windmills.
Dawn. A great thing.
Where we live.
It takes an eye to see.
We have fall too.
Things get mostly red. We don’t talk about it much because we’re from Jersey.
Did I say we’re on the Delaware, the greatest river in the Americas? (The Mississippi is a trickle compared to the Delaware, which leads to the ocean.)
Yeah. We can sit on shore and watch monster ships glide past our filets.
That’s all the big stuff. But there’s also small stuff.
We played on the Cohansey River.
Which tended to look like this to our high speed Boston Whalers, airboats, ChrisCrafts, etc
Doing Cool things on the water.
But the town was mysterious and mystical too.
Patterned buildings.
Where the Brits assassinated colonists.
Killed us in the night. Scots’d have been on guard. But we weren’t there at the time.
Quakers. Don’t ever negotiate with them when money is involved.
Yeah, we had a Tea Party in Greenwich too. Just without the Southie accents.
Of course. We had to circumscribe Ship John Light. Can’t be a man without doing that.
So. Is it all on fire?
Yes.