In right place at right time for good time
Talk about karma!
By Leanne M. Robicheau, VillageSoup/Knox County Times News Editor
During my recent vacation to Cape Cod mysterious forces drew together an old crew sheerly by coincidence for a memorable moment in nearby Plymouth.
What are the chances during Fourth of July week on Cape Cod of being in the same place at the same time as someone you haven't seen in a year? For the past few years my annual trek to the Cape to visit my family has been brief and busy. Too short and sweet to even take time to visit old friends.
This trip was different.
First, I took my friend Vickie along to show her Cape Cod. I usually go alone.
When I first moved to the Rockland, Maine area in 1982, I had a vision that it someday would be much like Cape Cod.
Today, Rockland has many similarities to the Cape, but you know the old saying ... there's no place like home.
Midcoast Maine has been my physical home for 25 years now and I'm settled here with children and grandchildren living nearby. Still, when it comes to Cape Cod, it's hard to get the sand out of one's shoes when you've lived there.
It's missing other family members and old friends that keeps Cape Cod close to my heart.
My main reason for leaving Maine that particular week was my stepmother Anne's 70th birthday. My sister and I planned to take "Grannie Annie" out for a special celebration. We told her to pick any restaurant.
I figured we'd wind up at Coonamessett Inn or The Flying Bridge -- two five-star restaurants in my book -- and my stepmother's favorites.
But knowing my stepmother it was no surprise that we ended up at my favorite spot -- The Captain Kidd restaurant in Woods Hole.
The difference is like comparing The Whitehall Inn in Camden to the old Black Pearl restaurant in Rockland.
Captain Kidd's ain't elegant, but the food is quite good and the atmosphere is first class with its century old bar with marble rail, old barrel seats and tables, and its nautical decor.
It's a place where I have spent many memorable moments with friends and family.
As usual, a good time was had by all.
Those positive forces just kept flowing that weekend.
Every so often when I make my yearly visit, I bump into one of those Kidd friends. Like last year, I spotted him in a crowded street in Woods Hole. A slew of passengers had just gotten off a ferry. My friend Al was riding by on a bicycle.
It sure looked like him but I hadn't seen him with a pony tail since 1970. I hollered out. Sure enough, it was Al.
The same fate happened this year.
The first day I got to Falmouth, Al and his companion Pam just happened to walk into the Portuguese bakery where Vickie and I were having coffee.
What are the chances during Fourth of July week on Cape Cod of being in the same place at the same time as someone you haven't seen in a year?
When I told Al that we were planning a trip to Plymouth Light, where I used to live, and were going to stay with mutual friends in Plymouth on our way back to Maine, he promised to join us.
It's a complicated story, but my friendship with my Plymouth friends Dorrie and Frank and Al goes back to high school (although they're all older).
Al hadn't seen our Plymouth pals in five years and he swore me to secrecy about him showing up.
In the meantime in Plymouth, an old friend Morry, who had moved to Florida, tracked down Frank and when he heard I was coming, he wanted to be there, too.
Morry was my boss 35 years ago -- my first real job out of college. Oddly enough, both Frank and Al worked for Morry too after I got married and left the company.
So, when we arrived in Plymouth it was like old home week and I do mean "old." I hadn't seen my old boss in more than three decades.
When we worked together, I was 20, he was 30. My how the years pass.
Again, a good time was had by all.
And, it's great to be back in Maine in my humble surroundings.
Like I said, there's no place like home.