Vermont, near Quebec

That's where I am this summer. Its pretty cool. I can swim into Canada from the dock in front of my house.
Lunches here are not much to write home about. But this was a solid lunchtime read. http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/14/business/media/14askthetimes.html?pagewanted=all

I have my glove

How old is your glove? Do you remember buying it? I remember I bought mine, and a cool pair of metal baseball spikes, just before the 7th grade baseball season started (coinicidentally, my final year of hardball). Its a great glove, except I think its still a little stiff, despite years of Twilight League, Head-Senior games, frat league, and Orrick's summer league.

Wild Burrito, in Portland, was pretty good. I thought. Quick, well-lit, and the dude working the counter nhad a vintage Dartmouth t-shirt on. My quesadilia was large and delicious. But the evening at the Lopster Pound was the pinnacle of culinary feats (aside from a stray breakfast-in-the-barn pancake).

and that's not all

What are the chances that the day after (unbeknownst to me) the B-Mar posts to d@1, I end up getting lunch at Blue Radish Group subsidiary (and Digby's cousin) City Chow Cafe? My coworker convinced me to schlep down to this place on 19th St. & Broadway, which is attached to her gym. Everything there is in the classic Digbys' style: same clamshell salad containers, same basic stickers on everything, though you can get some overpriced fresh entrees (turkey burger!) and sides (I'll be damned - beets!) to satisfy your "I can afford to join a gym and buy overpriced food at said gym" cravings. I felt the recurring pangs of loss, and hunger, and picked up a Nicoise salad that was actually fairly decent (potatoes, hard-bolied egg, salmon, and some obviously thawed frozen green beans), and the bread was definitely solid, though only a medium-sized wedge was proffered. I'd go back if it weren't so far away and so goddamned hot out.

As advertised, I did bask in the glory of the B-Mar over the 4th weekend in Maine. Granny's had inexplicably moved and was even more inexplicably closed ("we don't open till 5 because yesterday was the 4th" -- touche, Maine), so we ended up at this newfangled place called Wild Burrito. I got a pretty pathetic one with spinach that was sopping wet and had obviously just been defrosted (I sense a theme here) and we also went to the Lobster Pound, at which B-Mar reveled in crustacean juice and I sat listlessly. We will be meeting in a couple of weeks in Boston over a glorious round of Fenway Franks. Someone get B-Mar to bring his glove.

Together again

The team joined up last week for the 4rth of July in Raymond Maine. Heckuva Weekend, SHesta. Bonfires, Smaller fires, Firelanes, no bowling lanes, Port-lan(e/d), etc. We swam to Crow's Rock.