An overnight on Goat Island, Newport, Rhode Island, right across the water from the jazz Festival site was the final highlight of our vacation and my three week absence from home. We have friends who have nice places, such as this one. You don’t have to go to the jazz festival as the jazz comes right to you over the water, especially if the wind is right.
We drove by a few of Newport’s famous mansions before heading back home, more stop and go, unairconditioned, unpleasant. We were home in 3 hours and greeted by everyone: two daughters, their mates, grandbaby and friends. We sat down to a meal that brought us the abundance of the see and our own vegetable garden: swordfish kebabs, potatoes, tomatoes, beans, peas, two latebloomer raspberries and one final blueberry. We celebrated Axel’s birthday once more with cider from Virginia and poundcake, berries and much whipped cream.
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