Owing to the fact that “The Woman Wearing Black” was sold out Friday, we elected to make our layover in Chemanius for two evenings. We were not disappointed to hold out for the play was entertaining. It had Pat sitting on the edge of his seat. This occurred after he was startled into an awareness that a third person, the woman wearing black was standing by him; softly stomping her feet to get his attention to move his feet in so she could progress toward the stage. Yes, we were sitting in the middle front row. Our attention was solely on the illuminated two actors directly in front of us.
Harmen, our host at the marina, was as congenial and helpful as last year. His role of harbormaster had an added dimension this year, while a couple young boys were left to their own devices to while away their day. The afternoon was hot; I was sitting under the awning, deep into my book when I heard, “Excuse me. Can you give me my hook?” It took a couple times to realize the little voice was directed in my direction. By the time I was responsive, Harmen was also tuned into the request. Once it was clear that the boys had been casting their line and it got away from them, leaving the hook up and over the boom and tangled in the lazy jack. Now you must realize that the boys were fishing for perch inside the marina. The hook once retrieved, was designed to hook a halibut twice the size of the boys! It was hard not to keep a straight face as Harmen is reminding the boys to drop the line, not cast. A short time later, bored with not having luck catching anything, the boys then began using the ramps as monkey bars. By this time, Harmen’s good will to the boys had been lost and they disappeared.
Chemanius is renowned for the murals and sculpture that depict the town’s history. The public parking at the edge of the town’s shops always had one or two large tourist buses. The average age of these tourists-graying. Late September found most of the shops light to empty. All the cafes were bustling with customers; the brunch and lunch crowd. We elected to eat onboard the boat for serving dinner is not a common option within walking distance of the theater and marina.
Harmen, our host at the marina, was as congenial and helpful as last year. His role of harbormaster had an added dimension this year, while a couple young boys were left to their own devices to while away their day. The afternoon was hot; I was sitting under the awning, deep into my book when I heard, “Excuse me. Can you give me my hook?” It took a couple times to realize the little voice was directed in my direction. By the time I was responsive, Harmen was also tuned into the request. Once it was clear that the boys had been casting their line and it got away from them, leaving the hook up and over the boom and tangled in the lazy jack. Now you must realize that the boys were fishing for perch inside the marina. The hook once retrieved, was designed to hook a halibut twice the size of the boys! It was hard not to keep a straight face as Harmen is reminding the boys to drop the line, not cast. A short time later, bored with not having luck catching anything, the boys then began using the ramps as monkey bars. By this time, Harmen’s good will to the boys had been lost and they disappeared.
Chemanius is renowned for the murals and sculpture that depict the town’s history. The public parking at the edge of the town’s shops always had one or two large tourist buses. The average age of these tourists-graying. Late September found most of the shops light to empty. All the cafes were bustling with customers; the brunch and lunch crowd. We elected to eat onboard the boat for serving dinner is not a common option within walking distance of the theater and marina.
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