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Informal

Since I retired, I don’t wear socks, much, infrequently, nearly, hardly at all. Ha ha. We had a deferred a wedding celebration because we eloped. Colleen couldn’t wait once she found out I was eligible to marry again. (shhhh… me neither) So, the party, it happened in the summer, a natural time because everyone (family) comes to the beach. Mostly. We did not compose a guest list and did not want (to impose) people to come from far and wide across the country. So, friends and relatives were mainly the “usual” beach gathered subjects. There was no lack for people. No (neck) ties. T-shirts? I wore a jacket, no socks. Dave drove us over – a mile – to the party. Bug spray anyone? It was, as they all agreed, a heck of a party!


Think… cheer

If you take enough pictures, a few will be good. It follows: Even a blind squirrel gets a nut sometimes. Selfies? The easy way or hard way? It’s probably not good to say I go both ways. Beer? I don’t drink beer! Heresy! As you can see, we do have some good times together.

Socks? Everyone needs socks. These days, I’m retired. My socks retired too. I wear ‘em about three cold days a year now. Colleen? – adores socks. And, she adores the Pemaquid lighthouse!

Sheeps? Why is it sheep? I did not go to Maine for the art. Did I? Spinning wheel? Colleen arranged to pick up a signature spinning wheel that I found online. She brought $$. And, now, I use this wheel. Was it a plot? Planned? I love this wheel – to use; it’s sweet! I love my wife … more!


Hum-ah

In Maine, they pronounce long “A’s.” (pfewf!!, that was a punctuation nightmare!) Like supp-ah for supper. And so forth. Seriously. ?! Socks? T-shirts? Dancin’s in the streets? Candles on a blanket on the beach at low tide. In the time of Covid, you can actually go out for takeout wearing a clown outfit/mask. The beard was the cherry on top. There is a lot to see if you know where to look. Or, if you just look, there is lots to see.