I admit there is no better lobsta than Maine, but the south coast of Connecticut in towns called Mystic, New London, and other coastal beauties, lobster "shacks" abound. Yesterday we ate lobster at Abbots lobster in the rough with cousins Kenneth and Barbara, sister Thelma and golden girl niece Tammy who has touched down to visit family on her way to a vacation to the island of Malta where our Olympians have trained. Apparently Malta has many pools and with great Mediterranean weather, water polo and synchronized swimmers train there in the warmth. We traveled around the coastal towns yesterday, and today Thelma is taking us to Old Lyme and on a ferry and out to lunch. The family has a lot planned for the next week before we move on to Pittsburgh where my cousin Marion, daughter of my Father’s brother Robert, will show us "the best of" Pittsburgh. The submarine convention begins the day after Labor Day and we will once again celebrate America’s underwater heros. Off to tour the coastline. God bless you.
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