September 17, 2012, Washington, DC: The three King brothers opened King’s Kitchen in June on Connecticut’s Southport Beach. It’s a tiny shack with fish tacos and lobster rolls on the menu, Chuck Berry and Johnny Cash on the playlist, and Adirondack chairs and picnic tables on the sand. It’s a spot where books are strewn
May 8, 2012, Washington, DC: There are roots we work hard to grow when we settle into a new hometown and then there are others wedged firmly into the soil that we can’t seem to break. We returned to Connecticut this weekend for my high school reunion, refamiliarizing ourselves with the roots that took hold early on.
“As we write, so we build: to keep a record of what matters to us.” -Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness March 3, 2012, Washington, DC: We dined two weeks ago Nob Hill Cafe, my favorite neighborhood restaurant in San Francisco. From our little table on Taylor Street, we sifted through old photos that
“It binds us and forms our lives in ways that we do not entirely understand, and yet we are unconciously dependent upon. The places you love will do that to you.” -David Halberstam November 27, 2011, Southport, CT: Today we biked up Harbor Road and down Sasco Hill, heading for sand and a glimpse of Southport
November 26, 2011, Southport, CT: We expect Southport’s summer routines to be behind us now that it’s November. But today’s weather is just as conducive to croquet and bicycles as it was last time I was here — in May — for a girls’ weekend. Six months ago, we were mixing lemonade and beer, and blossoms were bursting. This
August 28, 2011, Washington, DC: A few days ago I reflected on the serene end of summer in my hometown of Southport, Ct. It was a different story there this morning. My parents’ house off the harbor weathered the storm well, but here’s what they documented today on Harbor Road after high tide following Hurricane Irene. All photos
August 19, 2011: Summer’s end creeps up too fast. No matter how much I’ve traveled this season, the list of places I’ve yet to go remains far too long. But it’s hard to believe a seemingly simple and uncomplicated trip back home did not make the cut this season. It’s hard to believe summer is ending