Mo and her great friend from toddler days Nancy Kanwisher are jointly celebrating their fiftieth birthdays. They are both uncommon women, Mo being the CEO of a school and Nancy being an MIT faculty member with numerous honors. The "party" consisted of what at one time would have been called a cocktail party on Friday night, a picnic on an island in the Woods Hole harbor on Saturday and a restaurant meal followed by folk dancing on Saturday. Insiders like Beth, Meredith and me also had two breakfasts and party prep and clean up activities with the honored couple. I was also graciously recognized on the first evening, it being my true birthday. Singing, scrabble, and beach walks filled other time. There were probably a dozen or more people we knew, in attendance, most of whom we had not seen for some time. At least three reminded me of my decadal scheme for living, so that silliness must have made more of an impression than I ever supposed. Woods Hole is the location of a fairly elite scientific community and some pretty comfortable summer living quarters. You can rent a nice family house in the summer for say $3,000 a week. It was quite fun to be on the inside with these guys. The more famous playground of Martha's Vineyard is served by ferry from Woods Hole. Hyannis Port is not too far up the shore. This is a place for self indulgence if one is so disposed. As you know your reporter IS so disposed which makes it at least bitter sweet for the weekend to run out and the bike ride to commence again.
Having only the sketchiest notion of an itinerary, I took a look at some maps and fixed upon a plan to leave Woods Hole by ferry, bound indirectly for Rhode Island. That's for tomorrow.
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Was she surprised??!! Are you kidding? The last time I saw Paul was when he cycled through Spokane and spent a few great days with us tuning up for the trip east, and getting what turned out to be flawed information regarding the next few legs (see photos earlier)...at any rate, he left with a teary goodbye saying he was so sorry he couldn't make the party. Now of course I was disappointed since I consider Paul, next to Nancy, one of my closest friends..but I certainly understood. Though there was a part of me that thought--can't he just lock his bike up at an airport and fly in for the party? It is actually on his 70th birthdate exactly...
Yes, I was suprised. And incredibly touched. Of course, now I live with the knowledge that every mile he bikes west against the wind he will be cursing my name ;=)
Mo
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