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Madison to Cape Cod… four days… clam plate last night at the Captain Kidd. With the bellies. Clams are now available at market price, just like lobstah, and last night at the Kidd, the lobster was less expensive. Yikes. We paused Monday in Syracuse for Beth to take a trip down memory lane, visiting her old home and schools and scoping out the neighborhoods she lived in in the fifties when her dad taught at SUNY Med School in Syracuse. The day before we had driven from Port Clinton, Ohio into Sandusky and then on to Niagara Falls. Somehow I was caught napping as we passed by Ashtabula.

In Syracuse, the Dinosaur Barbeque was closed for Labor Day.

Yesterday in Bennington I got a haircut at a barber shop that had a barber pole and ate lunch at Izabel’s Eatery, a hippie-capitalist-organic-adventure in modestly priced nouvelle, and a member of the Vermont Fresh Network. I had the “Redwood Cobb Salad” though we were a long way from the Pacific Northwest. The chef had a light hand with the goat cheese and the hickory smoked bacon was deelish.