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Still not doing any running.The heels, especially the left one, are better, but a three-hour walk today seemed to irritate them more than I'd wish. Maybe some biking this week. And of course more walks.
Went to Boston yesterday, visit with my niece who lives in Somerville and my brother and sister-in-law who came up from Austin for the weekend. Rainy and cold, but a nice visit.
First into Chinatown for lunch, quite good. Then a visit to the JFK Library, never been there, glad to have gone though it wasn't anything really special. I think I've now been to three of these presidential libraries, LBJ's in Austin, and also Truman's in Independence, MO, just outside of Kansas City. The latter was by far the most interesting to me, I think mainly because I was pretty unaware of most of what had happened during his presidency and so it was quite an educational visit. As opposed to JFK's, which felt like a somewhat sanitized trip down memory lane.
As a side note, the senior rate for admission ($10 vs. $12 for adults) began at age 62, and my brother asked if Gail was 62, and I said of course she was, at least for orienteering purposes. Well, that was good enough for the JFK folks and we saved another two bucks. Another benefit of our USOF membership.
So by now it was 3 pm, and my brother, normally a person of quite superior intelligence and good judgment, had just said for about the third time how it might be nice to go see Plymouth Rock.
Now I've been to Plymouth Rock, and while I hardly remember the visit, I did seem to remember that it wasn't much of a rock. And, given the process history seems to go through as it passes through generations, it's also quite likely that it was the product of a marketing scheme of some later Chamber of Commerce and had nothing whatsoever to do with the Pilgrims.
But for lack of a reasonable plan B for the next couple of hours, off we went to Plymouth. And after quite a long drive, and a number of jokes at my brother's expense, we arrived in Plymouth, where the weather was even worse, rainy, cold, now also windy, but with the advantage that the crowds were very slim. No waiting, we could walk right up close to the rock, and watch it as long as we wanted, no pushing, no shoving, no entrance fee.
And the rock? I guess it depends on what you're used to. It would be laughed out of town at Pawtuckaway. At the other extreme, in Kansas it would be mapped as an extra-large boulder.
We stayed about two minutes and headed back to Boston, and then back to Sunderland. A bit of a long day, but definitely worth the trip, we see them all too rarely.