With Regrets
It’s almost eleven PM, and we’ve just got back to Brooklyn from our dacha in the remotest East, only to find that our Internet access is down. I am currently connected using the only available telephone connection, which is a short wire in an inconvenient corner of the room, and I do not propose to linger. Yes, I could draft a post offline, and connect briefly to upload it, but the fact is that I’m rather weary anyway, and so will just offer a bit of shameless filler tonight to keep up appearances.
Along the way we stopped for a nosh in North Eastham, which lies just south of Wellfleet on the narrow “forearm” of Cape Cod; as we were getting back into the car I noticed an amusing sign in the window of a little fitness club, and snapped a photo of it to share with you all.
Here it is:
