Nye Beach, from the Table of Contents Restaurant at the Sylvia Beach Hotel
Cape Cod National Seashore
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Home with a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad cold, it's comforting to remember that I was once, for 24 magical hours, in Venice.
I've had this poster for over 30 years. Friends had it framed for me for a long-ago birthday. It used to hang over my desk, but when I moved to this house as a newly-single woman, I thought it was time for me to sleep with the band, so I hung it over my bed.
This flag hangs in the John F. Kennedy Library in Boston. I wondered if the space in which it hangs was supposed to represent the gantry of a spaceport, since it was President Kennedy who set us the task of going to the moon. I was told that it wasn't, but I like to think of this flag as hanging over the launchpad to tomorrow.
A friend insisted that I visit the Getty Gardens when I was near LA last week. I think this is what he was talking about.
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A year ago I was visiting with my family in southern Illinois. Her dining room table could hold its own with the Skagit Valley of Western Washington State.
York is one of the possible homes of my Bates ancestors, and I wanted a souvenir from my first visit there in 2005. A selection of small crystal Christmas tree ornaments in the window of a shop kitty corner from York Minster caught my eye. I love my collection of ornaments, and I thought this little guy would fit right in. I bought him, stuffed him in a sock for the journey, and that Christmas he made himself right at home.
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