BOSTON — My first longhand note this morning:
Just because I’m an early riser doesn’t mean I’m a morning person.”
Getting into downtown Boston and only five minutes late for my 2 p.m. meeting of the columnists board was not quite as hard as we were warned by several sources that it would be. But we navigated it, helped by a couple of relaxing hours walking along the beach of Ogunquit first. It was hard to leave the sand of course but also our eccentric cabin at The Dunes.
Then we had a terrific brunch, driving north, not south, to the Maine Diner in Wells, which my wife had spotted as we drove to Portland yesterday.
We each had a lobster omelet, differing in choice of sauteed vegetables inside. We’re vegetarian but made an exception due to being in the neighborhood. Not only was the dish extraordinarily full of the local specialty but the lobster was in big, choice chunks, obviously the claws etc.
Driving south into Boston is as exciting as heading into any metropolis, dirtycrowdednoisybustlingintimidatingfun. This was our first visit. We plan to come back. -30-
