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New England Berry Picking



At this point I figure we've run the gamut. We've been apple picking in Connecticut. Pumpkin picking in Maine. Cranberry picking in Massachusetts. But the thing we hadn't done until a few days ago was berry pick.

But a trip to Connors Farm in Danvers (Danvahs) helped us check that off the list.



Now, I don't know much about the economics of berry picking of the blue and rasp variety, but if you...

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This could be the beginning of something beautiful.




I headed over last week to Belmont. One town South of us just a couple of miles down an old Indian footpath. I went there, of course, to see our friends at Ampersand Vintage Modern.

I've gushed about em before. Great folks. Hard workers. Amazing places (see here, and here). Living up here but connected to the South by marriage and by families. With keen eyes and great taste. Taste that aligns with...

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At Home in Quincy.



"If the Mass Pike were considered the Mason-Dixon Quincy, MA would probably fall somewhere near Richmond—but with more two family homes of course. God Willing, the South rises again, please remember to move onto Dorchester. Please and thank you."

Manners hanging on the wall of a buddy's place in Quincy, Massachusetts. A buddy, who, as of right this second, is at the hospital, awaiting the arrival...

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Dixieland in Menotomy.



I was just out in my yard, minding my business, stirring up the compost bin, ignoring the canons firing around the corner during the Patriot's Day Parade. When low and behold!

What's that? Dixieland Jazz down on Massachusetts Avenue? I jumped over the fence, ran a block and my ears and face both lit up like Christmas morning. And I wanted to share the Hot Tamale Brass Bandwith you. Cause you...

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A Tewksbury Wedding.


Like most Southerners, we love us a good wedding. Love getting to see old family and make new friends and sweat the details of dress based on the time of the clock. Open bars, hearts, and kins going crazy on the dance floor and uncles drinking a little much and aunts telling them it's time to go.

And while we've been up here almost 5 years now, we've only gone to one other local wedding, which was...

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