On the road from Dublin, NH to home, the slow way.
Tonight I’m in Salem, MA trying to effect a small birthday celebration for myself: fish tacos and beer, and a movie at what might be the world’s smallest cinema (and certainly is the once with the seating angled most weirdly). Just me and one other person watching Transit at 9:15 p.m.
I’m staying at the Merchant Salem, a “let me show you to your room and explain how to turn on the fireplace and the heated floor in the bathroom” hotel with just 10 rooms. An indulgence sponsored, unwittingly, by my parents and their generous birthday cheque.
Tomorrow I’m up to Beverly for a letterpress book sale, then to Boston for the night before heading home on Sunday morning.
Happy birthday Peter, best wishes from here in Stanley Bridge
Happy Birthday, Peter!