September 24, 2016
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We rented a car at Logan and drove up the North Shore,
out to see the New England beach on Plum Island. After
a lobster roll out at a roadside fish shop, we rolled
slowly through Newburyport, shouting out the windows
at the interlopers who had moved in since we Sawyers
loosened our grip on the town in the mid 17th century.
"That's right! We own this town! We named these streets
after our friends! These houses? They're all ours ...
and we're coming back, soon..."
After that we drove up to Salisbury Beach, which looked
just a few weeks past its prime -- or maybe a few decades.
We spent all our quarters at Joe's Playland, then redeemed
our earned tickets for a couple of Tootsie Pops. I think they
cost more than the half pound of salt-water taffy that
Ellie brought back for her roommates.