Well, no, I'm not. And anyway I'm not thinking of that Essex. What I mean to say is that I'm sorry for the inactivity around here--it was an eventful weekend, followed by a trip today to the North Shore. Which, as all such journeys must, included a pilgrimage to the home of the fried clam. In a month--less on weekends--Woodman's and its competitors will be filled with hordes of tourists (um, like me); today it was a local crowd, much more pleasant. I also finally sampled their clam cakes, made easy by the fact that they sell them individually (hard experience has taught me to avoid much larger numbers.) Does it hurt a Rhode Islander to admit that Massachusetts, of all places, could be home to the finest clam cake he's ever had? It does, it does. But I can't help but wanting to drive back for more.
Oh, by the way, saw some art up there, too. More on that soon.
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