I love oysters


There’s lots to love about the Delmarva Peninsula. Currently Cambridge, MD is my favorite. I’m dreaming about visiting next year. (My toe feels good most of the time.)

I love this mural on Race St. It’s a mosaic. Jen Wagner created the mural showing Cambridge’s history with community members. Whenever I’m in Cambridge I visit this mural in a small square off Race St.



1962 beach memory


In the early 1960’s I was a toddler splashing in the waves at Rockaway Beach, Queens. Laughing I ran toward the water. Shrieking I backed up from the water. Waves tickled my toes. I ran away from my big sister, Ronnie, and found starfish near the jetty. “Go in the water and wash the sand out of your bathing suit,” Mom said.

We summered in a rented bungalow on Beach 98th St. half a block from the subway and half a block from Playland. The bungalow had one bedroom where all the kids piled in one big bed. I hated the cold water outdoor shower. I loved crowding around the table for cereal and eating sandwiches on the front porch.

This is similar to our bungalow court.

Returning May 2017



I love swimming after work. I hurry home to change into my bathing suit and pack a light supper. Driving to the little beach on the Chesapeake Bay closest to my home takes longer than it does weekends. Tension accumulated during the rush hour drive is erased by the waves lapping the shore, the lightly salted water, and the warm sand. I relax and smile.

Maryland Fleet Week 2016


During my lunch break I seized the opportunity to enjoy super weather and Fleet Week. These sailors from the HMCS Athabaskan gladly took a photo with me. Docked at the pier in Fells Point, this is your last chance to visit the Canadian Navy’s flagship destroyer. She’s being decommissioned in spring 2017.

Let’s dance at the Crusiers concert Sunday.

Want to know more about Maryland Fleet Week 2016. Here’s the schedule.


Sitting in the park, people watching, and making small talk with strangers: some of my favorite things to do in Baltimore’s Mount Vernon.

I found this lion in my old photos. (I’m still recuperating from the broken toe.) He’s one of many varied statues in Mount Vernon Park, four squares that surround the Washington Monument.

Architecture buffs, city planners, and history buffs may enjoy a tour.

I’m getting the urge to visit again soon.

Best Waves Ever

As I’m recuperating from my broken toe I’ve reached into my memory vault. Again.

Uh oh.

Let’s start at the beginning.

The weatherman reported that the storm was passing out over the Atlantic and the lifted hurricane watch. Maybe we can go down to the beach now I thought. Throwing down magazines John and Tom sprang up. “Mom will probably be OK with it,” Tom said. Aunt Ann allowed us to walk to the beach. We sprinted out the back door, grabbed towels off the line, and headed to the beach.

We noted the folly of listening to the weatherman, blue skies and sunshine told us what we need to know, as we strode down to the beach.

As we topped the stairs we spread along the beach wall to survey our foe. “Those are some big waves,” I said. “Just big,” Tom added. John, between me and our cousin Tom grinned, Well….”

The lifeguard jumped off his stand as we walked across the sand. John and Tom slid behind me as we stopped. “You swimming?” “Nah,” Aunt Ann said we could walk to the beach. The three guys exchanged glances. “The water’s fine.”

We spread out and gazed at the ocean. The lifeguard smiled at me. “Look, there’s no one here. I can watch you.” We threw down our towels and sprinted into the surf.

Laughing, shouting, we body surfed in the rolling waves. The life guard waved us left a few times.

Uh oh.

Hands on hips, beach coverup flowing back from her legs, visor clenched in her fist, I saw her: Aunt Ann.

“Turn around, Tom,” I stage whispered. “What?” “Aunt Ann is here.” Three pairs of big eyes exchanged looks. “John and I can pretend we don’t see her.” “Good idea Cathy. Tom, she’s right. Our glasses are on the beach.” Tom furrowed his brow and cocked his head, “Oh?” John positioned himself to catch the next wave, “Come on, let’s act like we didn’t see her.”

We returned to body surfing.

Aunt Ann stomped over to the lifeguard stand. Leaning in toward him she pointed and gesticulated. Tom, sharp eyes, reported Aunt Ann was yelling. “What?!” He explained, “her mouth is wide open.”

We continued pretending. At the end of a ride, shaking my head standing in thigh high surf I saw Aunt Ann stripping off her visor and beach cover up as she strode toward the surf.

We planted our feet and stood in the surf pounding our chests when she dived under a wave.

Uh oh.

“Come on,” Aunt Ann shouted as she positioned herself to catch a wave. We surfed huge rollers under the bright sun and the watchful eye of the lifeguard.


As  we toweled dry the lifeguard greeted us. He kept smiling at me. “Thanks for running interference. What did you say to Aunt Ann?” “I’m the best lifeguard and hadn’t taken my eyes off you.” I pinked up. “That made her laugh….and I said she might like it. These are the best waves I’ve ever seen.”


Sunshine, hot sand. the best waves I’d ever seen, body surfing with John and Tom, flirting with a lifeguard, and learning Aunt Ann was a champion body surfer: does life get better than this?

Swimming in Indiana

A good friend is visiting all 50 states. The idea does not appeal to me.

My mind is opening after reading about this gorgeous area about an hour from Chicago.

Combined with the art, architecture, and history of Chicago…..someplace I gotta go.

And lots of places to swim right in the city. Fabulous!