The same day that we dropped off our fire extinguishers, we visited Mass Marine Parts, a division of Continental Marine Services in Quincy, MA. This place … Read More ›
Author: tig
The Massachusetts Oyster Project is alive and well here, where oysters are incubated in the marina waters before they are “planted” in the Boston Harbor. … Read More ›
So we lied. It was not our last overnight after all. We couldn’t resist another trip to Peddocks and planned to meet up with Steve … Read More ›
Our Clear Puck, the source of internet has taken a beating. So much that the fragile USB plug stopped charging. Luckily, our neighbor Joe is … Read More ›
Tig shared with me his plans for enlarging the hole in our head. “Mmmmhmmm,” I say. “No, don’t just nod your head,” he said, “I … Read More ›
“What are you doing?” I asked Serena. “Straining the dishwater,” she answered. “I wouldn’t bother,” I said dismissively. A month later, our galley sink clogged. … Read More ›
His name is Bruce, and he is our neighbor. His fishing prowress has spawned many imitators on E dock, but no equals. Bruce has singlehandedly … Read More ›
:: meeting up with old friends :: lil man cruising with a little help from an old toy :: raspberry and apple picking on V’s … Read More ›
Hunkering down at a friend’s house and waiting out the hurricane.