Love salty old places like this. We had calamari and onion rings, then clam chowder and our first steamers of the season. The dog weathered the storm in the car and kept watch for us while we drank the afternoon away. (Some of us.) And about 4 we left to head home. We took a 'faster' way to get off the Cape and were in bumper to bumper traffic for almost 2 full hours just trying to get back to the bridge. OF COURSE it was Sunday evening, it was pouring, and every renter on the Cape was headed home following all the guys who have to get back to work in the morning. Once we got back to the bridge it was clear sailing and we were home by 7. In fact, as we were passing under Fenway Park and saw all the people walking to the game a huge SUN came out, like a Disney cartoon.
We took this as a Sign from Above that tonight was indeed a win over the dreaded Yankees. (Monday Update: YUP! Thanksyew Heavens Above for a Sox win, even if we had to stay awake the whole damn game to get there!)
And by the time we traveled the last 3 or 4 miles the roads went dry and you would never know what we had been through on that ride.
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