I think that the people on the right turn before Edaville Railroad have had just about enough of TomTom's flaws.
The first article Jessica and I did together was us mistakenly thinking that Edaville was closed and abandoned, like the Lakeville Speedway or something.
A phone call from a detective proved that we were incorrect.
It all worked itself out. We were harmless. "Respectable citizens. Multiple felons, perhaps, but certainly not dangerous."
This fellow came up on me while I was shooting a pic of the cool barn he lives in. The barn made the article, but the horse had to wait for us to get to the Leftovers article.
We do a lot of trespassing, although we generally have no reason to trespass on the property of people whom the Ultimate Warrior referred to as "normals."
You kind of have to earn our presence on your property, and 99% of our small trespass violations involve us getting a pic of something that the homeowner was most likely showing off anyhow.
We're generally well-received, and we have a good sense of when Jessica should talk to the person and be sweet/nice, and when I should act crazy and try to crack them up... or, in some cases, scare them away.
We have developed an effective Mojo, and can generally move about now without any bother.
That's Green Harbor, in Marshfield.
I say that because there appears to be a Green Harbor Resort in West Yarmouth, as well.
I'm not sure if the Yarmouth one is named after a Green Harbor out there.
Either way, the Green Harbor in Marshfield is named after William Green, who opened a commercial fishing enterprise there in 1627.
Yarmouth, however is more likely better-known worldwide. A lot of tourists from a lot of different states have trampled through the Resort. Is it enough that more people associate the name "Green Harbor" with Yarmouth than with Marshfield?
I'd love to see a feud, but it probably won't go down that way. My vote is with Marsh Vegas.
Since we're trying to start fights, why not throw a good one up in the mix?
Is Wareham part of Cape Cod?
We'll let both sides speak.
No: Mainland side of the Canal, more thug-life than any Cape town (including Barnstable), and did I mention that they are on the wrong side of the Canal? Bourne's membership in the Cape Cod Club is sometimes questioned, and Wareham is west of Bourne.
Yes: They have that Gateway sign, they have a Cape League team, they have a sizable summer community, they bear the Cape's traffic and they market heavily to sell that Cape vibe.
Many years ago, Wareham was on the team. You got off the highway in Wareham, and crawled through the tourist traps and clam shacks to the Cape. Wareham, with miles of coast and lakefront space, claimed many tourist dollars on their own.
Duxbury and Marion have Summer People population, but they don't weigh as heavily on the affairs of the town as they do in Wareham... and Cape Cod.
I think that, prior to to the highway being extended to the bridge, Wareham was Cape Cod. Now, I'm not so sure.
We've still got some foliage runs left in us
I think that Cape Cod's foliage peaks in November, perhaps even mid-November in some places. We're driving out there either Thursday or Friday to see where the local color is.
We have a larger article coming up about a Foliage Project, but I need to talk to someone who owns a tree farm.
It'll be cool, trust me.
Lemons, Lemonde, babe...
I really love the Monponsett Inn's swan benches, but they're bolted down.
Maybe I should make a Turkey Bench...
Good luck this month, Gobbler...
Turkeys that you see around here in December are usually cocky and uppity.
You would be too, if you'd just dodged the cemetery. It catches up to all of us eventually, however.
Leftover spooky graveyard pic... check.
I may have included it in the Halloween article series, I'm not sure.
Speaking of Halloween...
A friend (Jaime Bedford) posted this on FB, I stole it, and I plan to tell her about the publication of it ex post facto. She's a home slice, she should be OK.
This was a house on Duxbury Beach. This picture was taken the day after the Perfect Storm/Halloween Gale stopped beating up the neighborhood in 1991.
It is famous locally for a cool legend. The owner came down before the storm and had a glass of beer. He or she (not sure which Bedford it was, Jaime is a new Bedford) left that glass- unfinished- on the table you can barely see through the door.
Th storm lifted the house up and washed it back about a first down or so from where the photographer was standing. 10 foot storm waves battered it back and forth, hither and yon.
The glass did not spill.
For an added bonus story.... I was standing about where the men in that photo were standing when the Bedfords came down to see how their cottage fared in the Gale. Power and phone lines were down, so they may have not known exactly how bad it was, or even known that the house had been wrecked. Sh*t like that happened before the Internet, kids.
I was perfectly positioned to see their First Impressions. Their expressions were horror meets awe. Iraqis probably had the same look during the WMD War. My house was wrecked, too... I had the same look.
Let's end on a happier note.
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