We finally used our Beach House deal, and had an excellent dinner with equally excellent service.
After waddling home, we started hearing fireworks from across Old Barnstable Road. It was a very impressive display, and almost made up for the ones we missed on July 4. In some ways, it was far superior: no traffic and no parking hassles.
Ron admitted this topped the sound of gunshots that he heard sometimes from his apartment in Berkeley.
This morning, I visited C.L. Fornari’s gardens in Sandwich, a fundraiser for the Barnstable UU church. They’ve only been in that property for five years, and it’s amazing what she’s accomplished in such a short time. Really inspiring.