Sitting here thinking

(The Mayflower, Plymouth, Mass just north of Cape Cod)

For the last few days folks have been e-mailing and calling me to wish me a happy birthday. For some, it is a FB courtesy, and nice. BUT, I also know I have  friends some of you guys that I have never met, good friends I might add, who contacted me.

(Me, at the helm of the Mayflower)

When I first started the ‘Shipslog’ (on AOL) I never expected anyone, other than my family to read it, much less comment.  I have said on the Shipslog the first person to comment was ‘Lindie’. It  floored me. She was so sweet and said she  agreed with something I had said. Shucks, I feel in love with Lindie.

There are some trips that have absolutely blown me away. One was at the entrance of Cape Cod. Rose, from ‘Roses are Read’ was probably a kid up  in the Boston area then!

We had a camp site over looking  Buzzard’s Bay. I was on the internet using the cell phone as a modem. Sherry and I were  constantly singing Patti Page’s  ‘Cape Cod Bay.’ I cannot explain the wonderful feeling we had. A song from our courting days and we were actually there.

If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
(You're sure)You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
(Cape Cod, that old Cape Cod)

If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
(You're sure)You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
Winding roads that seem to beckon you

Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
(aah, aah)
If you spend an evening you'll want to stay (on Cape Cod Bay)
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay

You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
You're sure to fall in love
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod

My entry that night was about Cape Cod  and the direction we were facing. Lindie commented again that night. In her comment she said. “You are looking toward where we once lived. We were so poor then, my husband was in service, I would push the stroller to the Laundry mat, with the dirty laundry wedged behind the baby. But we were oh so happy.”

That night I cried a little as I read it to Sherry. Because we had been there. The same situation.

Last night out of the blue, Lindie e-mailed to say Happy Birthday. She is a Missouri Girl. Lives not far from where THE MAN Harry Truman lived.

One of the memories, of FRIENDS I have never met.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

“If you spend an Evening you’ll want to stay!

Here in Bloggersville, with something to say!”

LOL

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Amazing how many Studs you see getting gas. Also an early 50’s caddy(I believe the gas cap was under the tail light) and a nice Chevy truck.