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Boating on the Bay, Crab Dip and Crusty Bread
The Cackling Crone and Sawhorse Marilyn aboard the Boston Whaler Back to the report of the Cackler’s visit. A Sunday lunchtime drink and a bracing walk home still hadn’t exhausted the Cackler. When...
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On Oscar, Alice and Black-Eyed Susans: A letter to Doris Brazil
Blabs, I am so pleased that the moisturiser reached you. I do so share your frustration with itchy spots. The older I get the more cracks in inaccessible places I seem to acquire. Anybody who knows me...
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Burgers and Beans By the Bay
Click to view slideshow. Last night, the Crone, Gretel and Gretel’s young man were invited to dinner by the world’s best realtor, who lives right on the Chesapeake Bay. They ate home made burgers,...
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No oil but vinegar for the Chesapeake Blue Crab
As news of the Gulf oil pollution continues to seep into the national consciousness, the Crone pauses to celebrate the fact that this disaster did not take place in the Chesapeake Bay. (Although, of...
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Not my favorite departure lounge
A tweet from Ireland’s most prolific journalist Eamonn Mallie set me thinking about death this week. “Roselawn: not my favorite departure lounge” he wrote, and I have to say I agree. The cemetery sits...
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Knickers to You
One of the highlights of the birthday boat trip in Itchy Ankle on Sunday afternoon—a delivery of long-awaited Itchy Ankle Underwear. The entire supply of boxers was quickly snapped up, but we still do...
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Aboard the Rebecca Ann
Our biggest catch was a whopping 42 inches and weighed 32 pounds. The striped bass was delicious baked with butter, lemon, onion, salt and pepper. We ate it with rice and salad and were in bed by 9pm....
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Emergency Preparedness, Itchy Ankle-Style
Hansel is great in a crisis. He moved all the garden furniture into the shed and futility room, weighed down the trash cans with bricks and tied them together, and made sure the flamingo and figurehead...
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Calvert Cliffs
To Calvert Cliffs with the Balkan Princesses. This strange and spooky beach with its petrified trees, horseshoe crabs, primitive etchings (modern, but primitive–lyrics scrawled in limestone by lovelorn...
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This week by the water
I am like a mother who can’t limit the number of darling baby pictures she will post on Facebook. I am as bad as the crazy cat lady who provides minute by minute updates on the lives of Squiffy and...
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