Books and gee gaws and lonely lights
Overheard while standing around a campfire: the story of the house on stilts. The contractor wouldn’t give too many details, blaming omerta or some such thing, but as long as a strong wind doesn’t move the building due north it will remain one of those American follies.
We’re tourist by direction types, so today we headed down to Southern Kings. There’s an eclectic bookstore in Murray River, the Tales Of The Riverbank Books And Music. Unlike your usual chainstore outlet, this is a place to find interesting things to take back home. My gains include a bio of Goddo, the libretto from JC Superstar (to replace the one stolen from my room in residence) and a collection of Snoopy stories. I also received an invitation to join the local fiddle group, should the opportunity arise in a future summer.
Getting advice on where to eat in a new area is touchy; if your advisor says that a certain restaurant is the “only place to go”, does she mean it’s the best or the unique choice? Today we were winners. Brehaut’s in Murray Harbour has great chowder. In fact, the only one that comes alongside would be the cafeteria on the Abby in midwinter, and we know what the chances of another meal there might be. For the curious, their “the works” involves 100% ground, which cuts Micky D from ever competing.
The Cape Bear lighthouse merited a revisit today. Our last time around, we were involved in some mad brass rubbing campaign, so the museum got short shrift. Today, we made it to the top, and had a chance to share the space with a functioning Fresnel. The radio museum is minimal, and the inclusion of a telegraph sounder was distracting. No guides, but the grasscutter/money collector was polite.
I’ve given Timmy’s another go for needed coffee; I remain succinctly unimpressed.
