tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173108274185173540.post5157923035635563205..comments2023-12-14T01:33:12.065-08:00Comments on The Fake's Progress: Day 12: Into the fogMichael Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05514899759538419921noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173108274185173540.post-13810415809248770832009-10-15T12:46:12.873-07:002009-10-15T12:46:12.873-07:00The ponds are still nice -- they're whatchacal...The ponds are still nice -- they're whatchacallit, kettles? Places where a big leftover chunk of glacier finally melted? Ishmael knows all about it. And the phosphorescence still phosphoresces. It's probably a lot less rural and a lot more suburbanized than in your day but it's not ruined, like other places I've already mentioned too much on this blog.Michael Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05514899759538419921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8173108274185173540.post-63522355952077524602009-10-15T09:08:53.186-07:002009-10-15T09:08:53.186-07:00The picture of the REAL brace and bit didn't c...The picture of the REAL brace and bit didn't come through, so I'm going to go take one of ours (which I use in the spring, with a 7/16 bit, for sugaring). I'll send it along.<br />You would have just as much trouble finding an egg beater, I bet.<br />I know you've seen the Hopper paintings of the Cape. My memories are of sandy pastures, wild roses and mullein, shingle houses, learning to swim in Scargo Pond, and going to see the phosphorescence in the bay -- that was magical. I wonder if that still happens.Susan Sawyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17249426819285565971noreply@blogger.com