In the mid to late '70s, in the Summer we often went to Point Judith in Rhode Island for the day. I think it was closer than Cape Cod. We went to the above restaurant quite a few times. I'm not sure if it was "Champlins" back then. I believe their specialty was clam cakes, but I'm not really sure if that's what they were called. In '78 we spent a week in a rental cottage and had a great time. My father's aunt had a cottage in P.J., as well. Once in a while I think of going back there for a couple of days and hanging out, and seeing if it even remotely resembles what it was back then. It seemed really laid-back, but that was more than 34 years ago, and there aren't too many places that stay that way for that long.
Monday, July 09, 2012
The above painting is actually a depiction of a real-life event. It portrays the swimmer, London merchant Brook Watson being attacked by a shark off Havana, Cuba, when he was 14 years old. As a result of the attack Watson lost his leg. I first saw a picture of this painting in an art magazine back in the '80s. Copley, as an artist, did a magnificent job capturing the facial expressions of all his subjects: the surprise, horror and desperation of the swimmer, and the utter helplessness of the sailors in the rowboat watching the tragedy unfold. I can't imagine what it would be like doing the backstoke and looking up to see a 1,000 pound hungry shark 2 feet away. Sucked to be him.
Sunday, July 08, 2012
Saturday, July 07, 2012
In the latter part of the decade, Kristy and Jimmy McNichol were featured on various talk shows singing. They were so cute together. Apparantly the Network Brass expected big things from Jimmy and Kristy. We all did. Well, except the guy in the background of this pic behind Kristy. Who appears to be laughing at them..
Thursday, July 05, 2012
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
A friend and I visited a woman we both knew in Wellfleet Massachusetts. While we were sitting in her living room, my friend was going through The Cape Cod Times and came across the obituary section. He looked up and said "Isn't your grandfather's name Arnold W****?" I said "Yeah he lives in South Yarmouth". My friend replied: "His funeral's tomorrow..."