Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Roots










A wonderful collection of ancient machinery (locomotives, generators, milling machines, patent models, etc.) at the Mus. of Am. Hist., poorly lit and freezing cold, but I could have spent two more days happily ogling the stuff. The GM History of Transportation display is very well done. Of course, once again I decided against bringing my camera, because of the crap shots I managed yesterday in the Nat. Hist. Mus. My auto-focus is having spasms, and the flash bounces uselessly off the glass cases. But this old stuff would have photographed just fine. Sigh.

Sunday traffic out of DC was staggering, and we got suckered onto the pike before realizing that any gains made by higher speeds were more than wiped out by some incredible lineups at the endless toll booths. But we touched 5 states in about 4 hours (DC, Maryland, Delaware, PA and N.J.) and after striking out for the third time in Philadelphia in our quest for America's best burger and/or sandwich, we settled on Charlie Brown's Steakhouse, near Princeton, where Jabberwock, our waiter, hovered a little over-indulgently, even finding us a motel!

Cool weather at last.

Our pilgrimage to Forest Ave, in Caldwell, N.J. provided photo evidence that my grandfather did indeed live there. It's a beautiful little town, and I can't imagine why he left.

Time being short, we reluctantly left NYC for another trip, it not being the most vehicle-friendly burg anyway, and deserving of more than a fly-by. We blasted through to Durgin Park Restaurant in Quincy Market, Boston, arriving within 100', at 6:03PM (free parking!) all quite by fluke. Dinner was 2 of their legendary over-sized T-bones that'll last us into next week. We've gotta stop eating like this!

Rockport MA has melt-in-the-mouth shrimp and calamari, but the real feast is for the eyes, on the drive northward up the Massachusetts' coast. B.C. may have the edge in rugged natural beauty, but for intoxicating charm, nothing can top this place: mile upon mile of picture perfect homes, weathered into historic landscapes. I finally turned off the camera in frustration after making only about 30 miles in 5 hours: a thousand pictures would still just scratch the surface; it's pointless. Besides, the roads are narrow with no shoulders or pull-offs, so many of the best shots are unattainable. I'll look for a book on Amazon.

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