Guess where we went. Guess! Nope, guess again.

Not Block Island.

  

Not Woods Hole, either, but good guess.  Where is Louis Sachar?

Don't bother asking Annie.   

I asked for her toe to provide perspective.  This was the second picture, because she wanted me to get her good toe.  What are these things?

Looking north.  There's a special sciencey way I know that.

Romeo and Juliet.  Here's a poem I wrote about them:

Limulus, limuli 

economic stimuli

Your blood is blue and detects lipopolysaccharide;

your best bet is to head out with the tide.

 

Trying to tell us something.  Here's a poem I wrote about them:

Red flag at dawn:

Swim trunks go on.

Purple at night:

Speedo's too tight.

Seriously.  WHAT THE HECK?  Here's a poem I wrote about it:

Here's a hole without any sand in.

Don't expect me to stick my hand in.

Here's some beach art for you:

 

Art nourishes the soul
like pie nourishes the pie hole.

We drove through Penney Farms.  J.C. Penney wanted a town to be used as a big retirement village, or something.

We just dropped off the coupon and left.

This video is so great I could listen to it for five seconds.  So could you.