Da Sox

There's nothing like a night at Fenway Park...












...with your son.


They lost. But it was a great game.

Pictures

I decided to give Flickr a try. Take a look at the right side of the blog. -->

Click on any of the photos in the black box and you'll go to my Flickr Photos page. View a slide show. I just uploaded the Rochester pics.

And the pictures of the day we spent with Barb, Dan and Dan and Alicia. It was great to meet Alicia.

Sky Falling

The big dig is your every tunnel nightmare come true. First it costs $14.6 billion dollars. Then it leaks.

And then last night a 12-ton section of roof fell on a car and killed a 38- year-old woman and nearly killed her husband.

After reading about this tragedy I settle in to do some writing for a client that makes little avatars you can use in IMs and email. They kind of look like South Park characters and they're funny little buggers.

Anyhow, I'm writing a bunch of copy for the web site describing the things the avatars do. And it turns out that stuff keeps happening to the avatar's heads - they get chopped off, eaten by sharks, dropped on by a 1 ton weight, zapped by lightning. And it's pretty funny and I'm having a grand time.

Until I realize I'm writing all kinds of copy about stuff falling on heads or being otherwise flung out of the sky...which is exactly what just tragically happened in real life to a poor unsuspecting family going through the tunnel on the way to the airport.

And just then there is this really violent thunder and lightning storm. And I'm rushing around closing windows. And then it starts to hail. And I mean HAIL, with hail stones that are 2-3 inches in diameter. They're just punching out of the sky.

They hurt when they hit you on the head as you're trying to take a picture for the blog.

Weird day.

Truro

We're "down the Cape" for a few days visiting Mike and Rosemary in their beautiful beach house overlooking Provincetown and having a well-deserved break. After making it through a few harrowing deadlines at work, I'm way behind on chronicling a few significant events...pictures of our trip to Rochester and some thoughts about our 20th Anniversary. But don't worry I'll catch up. But right now all I'm catching is a breather!

Chet's

Chet let Drew work at Chet's Video on a Friday night. Making popcorn. Talking videos. Too cool. Thanks Chet!

Rochester

This weekend we're heading off to Rochester, NY. And while I've lived a bunch of places, Rochester is still my hometown.

A shout out to anyone who knows and loves the home of Kodak, Wegmans (the best grocery store on the planet), The House of Guitars, Abbot's Custard, Schaler's (where they grill up the best hots and hams) and Nick Tahou's…where the specialty is The Garbage Plate.

The Schreiner family has way to many reasons to throw a big party. Mostly it's because Jon is graduating high school and going off to SUNY Fredonia. We're all really proud of Jon. But add to that that Dan and Jim just graduated from Clarkson and are heading off to the work world. Then add that Jim and Jenna are jumping right into the post-college world head-first. They're getting married next June. Oh and Big Dan is turning the big 5-0. So, all tolled, that's a good reason to throw a bunch of Genny Lite's in the cooler and invite 150 of your closest friends and relatives.

Pictures and stories to follow.

For sale

Weird to see the sign in front of the house.

Surprise

Last night around dinner time me, Bob and the boys all piled in the car. We told Bob to pick the restaurant - after all, it was Father's Day Eve. Bob took great joy in taking his car out for a spin and he banked those corners and after some time, we knew we weren't going to the Salem Beer Works, or the Indian restaurant or the sushi place. As we moved out of familiar territory, the boys gave up guessing where we were going and Dylan started moaning from hunger. When we hit Cape Ann and headed toward Gloucester...they really started wondering what was up. I was clueless too. Bob just smiled and drove.

After much poking around along the waterfront in Gloucester, past the Crow's Nest bar where the guys from The Perfect Storm drank their last drink and past the Gorton's fish factory, we ended up at Rocky Neck, the oldest art colony in America. It says so right on the banner over the road.

Just as we arrived, a parking spot opened up and Bob slipped right in. We strolled up the road, the air smelling of the sea, the sun low on the horizon, the artists all out in front of their galleries chatting, the smells of seafood cooking in the air. In all the years we've lived on the North Shore, I had never been to Rocky Neck. Bob had, but I don't remember him ever talking about it.

We sat at the deck of Mad Fish Grille and the boys had Shirley Temples and Bob and I had a drink and we watched the boats and talked about all kinds of things...The Producers (we had watched the movie that morning), actors we wished would work together, horror movies that we should watch that weren't to scary, boats it would be fun to own, old stories of other times Bob surprised me or us. The food came really late and they were short-staffed, but we didn't care much. Drew even got a free bowl of chowder because he hailed the waiter at one point and sweetly said "Excuse me, but is my seafood platter coming soon?"

I've known Bob since 1981. That's 25 years. July 5th is our 20th wedding anniversary. You'd think he'd be done surprising me, since I can generally know what he's thinking and finish most of his sentences to the point where actually saying the thing is kind of moot for both of us. But last night he sat smiling on the deck, with the sun setting around us and our smart, funny, astonishingly grown boys between us. And the man that is the best Dad I know looked across the table with those twinkling blue eyes and that smile I would walk a mile to see and he said "Mol, I can still surprise you, even after all these years."

The Patriots

The whole third grade put on a play called The Patriots. They all did a great job. Drew really loved it. Look at the scale of this revolutionary war spectacle...only in Marblehead.

Mullets for everyone

Found this today while cleaning out the basement. Nice glasses, Donna.