Lobster Pot

Lobster Pot 

By John R. Greenwood

Cape Cod tradition teases the senses 

a butter dipped morsel

grasps with reddened claw

each sneaker clad diner 

as they stand patiently waiting

for that deep sea treasure 

so succulent and eager to please

This was one of those memorable vacation treats you weren't expecting but turned into one of the highlights. We were staying in Hyannis on our Cape Cod getaway. We'd gotten up early to head out the National Seashore at the tip of the Cape. We didn't have much of a breakfast so by the time we arrived in Provincetown it was noon, and we were hungry. After debating over whether we wanted to get a quick hotdog or sandwich we ended up in front of a place called appropriately enough the Lobster Pot. It was colorful on the outside but when you looked inside you really couldn't see much. 

Something strange pulled me to the door. 

I left my wife standing on the sidewalk and I went inside the door. At that point there was no line. I asked the nice lady at the register if I could take a quick peek back at the dining room. The building was narrow and it appeared to go for miles back toward the beach. It looked pleasant and inviting. It was buzzing but not crammed. I quickly went back outside and grabbed my wife's hand. I said, "Trust me. There's something about this place that says come on in we'd love to have you." 

It's rare that I'm that confident in my decision making. She said, "Sure, let's try it." 

I'm glad she agreed because we ended up having a wonderful meal. The service was as good as the meal. A simple lunch turned into a memorable experience and it made the day a lot more special.

With Open Arms

With Open Arms
By John R. Greenwood

With open arms a child came running 
It caught the corner of my eye
Love reached out in all directions and hugged the world 
Pure joy in sneakers exploded on a cobbled street
Such is life when tuned in fine
These breathtaking glimpses 
so fleeting 
pass us by

Bay Spirit Tours

Bay Spirit Tours

By John R. Greenwood

On day three of our 'Hyannis Getaway'
Mrs. G and I booked a short harbor tour aboard the Bay Spirit. Our hosts were Captain Bob and his son and Co-Captain Jacob Kohl. Together the two made a great team and greeted the small group of tourists with welcome arms. If you’re looking for a $20 bargain on Cape Cod this is it. The boat was clean and welcoming. That’s important because we aren’t the most adventurous tourists to ever hit the beach. 


To the best of our ability we try to be sure of what we’re getting ourselves into. 

Captain / Manager Jacob Kohl 

Bob and Jacob did a good job from the beginning by being polite and informative. Even though the afternoon turned a light shade of grey and a knot or two windier than we had hoped for, Bob and Jacob added a little sunshine to the day and a pleasant memory to our five day Hyannis holiday. 

Captain Bob Kohl 

Toward the end of the tour Bob, a seasoned fisherman, provided a short presentation on fishing in the Hyannis area. He added some history and even a ‘show and tell’ of the various types of seafood that are caught and consumed here. 

These are the simple experiences that my wife and I enjoy. They aren’t once in a lifetime European vacations but to us they are relaxing breaks in the action that we look forward to so much. In these times of a, “Just hand over your cash and move on” world, this was a nice change. There were no sales pitches other than, “Thank you for joining us.” We were glad we did. 

Hyannis Harbor 

Bikes At Rest

Bikes At Rest

By John R. Greenwood

leaning wheels resting

dabbing color against the sea

a youthful feel stands shyly off camera

wanting desperately to join them 

when they return and ride away

Getaway

Getaway
by John R. Greenwood

As the miles between home and destination add up and the scenery changes from familiar to vaguely my pulse rate eases off the throttle and my mind drifts to distance places far off shore. Arriving at our destination brings with it a sense of remoteness and satisfaction. Never having been a traveler of consequence, three hundred miles might just as well be a thousand, and any fresh vantage point an uncharted isle. Every corner of my peripheral is constantly scanning from dusk to dawn, from shore to sky. After a week of last minute preparation and cash transfers the journey began. We all have our own opinion of what constitutes a vacation or a getaway. For Mrs. G and I it leans more toward getaway, although the primary definition of getaway means escape or quick departure after committing a crime. I hardly think taking up two parking spaces at CVS constitutes true crime. In the end informal vacation suits most of our getaways to a tee. Our autumn adventure found us in a second floor suite with a busy view of Hyannis Harbor. Nothing fancy but the ultimate in convenient. I snapped the picture above as our day came to an end and the hopes of a rainless Friday was at the top of our wish list. See you in Nantucket.