Every morning, 6 days a week, the Wharf Rats meet at their clubhouse on Old Wharf in Nantucket. I had read about this before I came up here and wanted to pay a visit. I am not a member but they welcome outsiders to sit in and listen to stories and perhaps tell a few. It is an oasis of NO Political Correctness, the Massachusetts paradox. Speaking of paradox, there were more than two retired physicians among the group that showed up. There are no rules except "No reserved seating for the mighty."
Had lunch at Arno's on Main Street. The women had lettuce with some salmon on it but I had a Chicken Panini smothered in melted cheese and pesto sauce. There was menu envy in the air. I reported last night on the Stuffed Squash a la Kitty that made dinner so special. The sun comes up at 5 am and I usually write this blog at about 5:30. It is peaceful and quiet with no vehicle traffic. In about an hour, hotel workers at the White Elephant will pass our window (we are on the second floor) speaking Jamaican dialect. The Bulgarians must get to work via a different route. Eastern europeans from Lithuania, Bulgaria, etc. are the other half of the work force. Just like in Florida, roofs, driveways, and yards are the specialties of Mexico. Dostvedanya and adios, mon, from Nantucket. Be careful out there.
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