Hook Windmill, also known as Old Hook Mill, pictured here in 2016, is a historic windmill on North Main Street in East Hampton, New York.
It was built in 1806 and operated regularly until 1908.
One of the most complete of the extant windmills on Long Island, it was sold to the town of East Hampton in 1922.
The building was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1978 and is part of the North Main Street Historic District.
It is open daily to visitors.
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Commentary
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
The single secret to stress-free driving is understanding and accepting that the drive is the destination.
Or pre-destination. If you will.
Sounds like predetermination.
Which it is most emphatically not.
On an extended autotrip many things may go askew.
Often enough, something occurs that throws calculations off.
But if we’re able to plan the trip with a gigantic buffer at the end, plan the trip shunning the need for pinpoint completion, then we can meet the exigencies thrown at us with equanimity.
Several days ago my daughter and I drove from Boston to Brooklyn.
We spent several hours there moving her into her new apartment, walking the new, lovely neighborhood, and eating an ambitious lunch. Still remembering the Banana Cream pie. Luscious.
At 2.45pm I bade her farewell and took off to return to Boston, figuring I’d bat the worst of the traffic out of the city.
It took me and hour and a half to break free from the traffic tarpit that was Brooklyn on that day, at that hour.
A prolonged phone conversation with my sister Jo, hands-free, of course, tided me through that ordeal.
By the time I was free to begin what turned out to be a lovely drive for the remainder of the autotrip, I was tired, hot, cranky, and needed to pee.
A mall, next exit.
Not an expeditious move but something sorely-needed to return me to an equable place.
I stopped in at a Modell’s and a young man, I’ll note ‘African-American’ because our society will benefit from daily positive examples of much-maligned ethnic groups, walked me to the men’s room and when I emerged, took me to the front door of the store and gave me careful directions to a nearby Starbuck’s, from which I purchased a delicious, hot, ½ decaf macchiato.
I drove slowly through the large lot to 95N and, relieved and refreshed, began the 3.5hour trip to Boston.
Without needing to rush back, I enjoyed the break immensely and enjoyed the drive-back just as well.
It’s true.
The single secret to stress-free driving is understanding and accepting that the drive is the destination.
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Announcements
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Noteworthy:
Eataly, on Saturday, June 15, will hold a single day 50% sale on their dry-aged beef products.
Wait!
Their ordinary retail prices for this product runs between 35.00 to 49.00 dollars per pound.
So the porterhouse steak which I am gunning for will still be 18.95 per pound.
Still.
For a chance to taste such esoterica, a splurge may be in order.
Remembering I paid 47.50 for the dry-aged rib roast from these people.
We discovered what the problem was and our mail chimp will start delivering tomorrow’s blog.
For one day, we will double deliver to some subscribers.
We continue to run the solicitation for participation in the blog.
So far we’ve harvested several new volunteers, they working from home.
But the blog is daily and we have on average nine segments a day, or 7x9 pieces a week.
We’ll happily put others to work as well.
The blog is growing fast enough to warrant this request for volunteer help.
From writing to mailing list enrichment to research, something fun for someone looking for a hobby related to the written word.
If interested, contact Dom: domcapossela@hotmail.com
We are in a surge of nice weather.
For the next week.
Spring at last.
Let’s make sure we enjoy each day coming.
The hours are ticking away and if we don’t make the most of our time another day will soon click past.
Unnoticed.
Unappreciated.
Tick Tock.
In clock language:
Enjoy today.
Enjoy the week.
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Postings Count, Weather Brief, and Dinner
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Our 425th consecutive posting, committed to 5,000.
After 425 posts we’re at the 8.50 percentile of our commitment, the commitment a different way of marking the passage of time.
Time is 4.01am.
On Wednesday, Boston’s temperature will reach a high of 73* with a feels-like of 77* with a mix of clouds and sun.
Dinner Tuesday evening was leftover Chicken with artichokes with cousin Lauren, watching an episode of “The Closer.”
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Question of the Day:
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
What was Jamaica Inn?
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Chuckle of the Day:
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Musing, the wife.
“It’s my birthday today.
”My husband says he’s going to make it my most special birthday ever.
“I wonder where he’s going?”
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Answer to the Question of the Day:
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Jamaica Inn is a 1939 British thriller film directed by Alfred Hitchcock adapted from Daphne du Maurier's 1936 novel of the same name, the first of three of du Maurier's works that Hitchcock adapted (the others were her novel Rebecca and short story "The Birds").
It stars Charles Laughton and features Maureen O'Hara in her first major screen role.
It is the last film Hitchcock made in the United Kingdom before he moved to the United States.
The film is a period piece set in Cornwall in 1819; the real Jamaica Inn still exists and is a pub on the edge of Bodmin Moor. The score was written by Eric Fenby.
O'Hara in The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1939)
Maureen O'Hara (born Maureen FitzSimons; 17 August 1920 – 24 October 2015) was an Irish actress and singer.
O'Hara was a famous redhead who was known for playing fiercely passionate but sensible heroines, often in westerns and adventure films.
On numerous occasions, she worked with director John Ford and longtime friend John Wayne. O'Hara was one of the last surviving stars from the Golden Age of Hollywood.
Charles Laughton (1 July 1899 – 15 December 1962) was an English stage and film actor. Laughton was trained in London at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art and first appeared professionally on the stage in 1926.
In 1927, he was cast in a play with his future wife Elsa Lanchester, with whom he lived and worked until his death.
He played a wide range of classical and modern parts, making an impact in Shakespeare at the Old Vic.
His film career took him to Broadway and then Hollywood, but he also collaborated with Alexander Korda on notable British films of the era, including The Private Life of Henry VIII, for which he won the Academy Award for Best Actor for his portrayal of the title character.
He portrayed everything from monsters and misfits to kings.
Among Laughton's biggest film hits were The Barretts of Wimpole Street, Mutiny on the Bounty, Ruggles of Red Gap, Jamaica Inn, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and The Big Clock. In his later career, he took up stage directing, notably in The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial, and George Bernard Shaw's Don Juan in Hell, in which he also starred.
He directed one film, the thriller The Night of the Hunter.
Daniel Day-Lewis cited Laughton as one of his inspirations, saying: "He was probably the greatest film actor who came from that period of time. He had something quite remarkable.
His generosity as an actor, he fed himself into that work. As an actor, you cannot take your eyes off him."
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Good Morning on this Wednesday, the fifth day of June, 2019
We posted a photo of Hook Windmill.
Our commentary discussed the mindset of making the drive-to-somewhere a destination.
We added the Boston weather report and the ticking calendar, and tracked the number of our postings.
hold our new delivery system in abeyance pending imminent inquiries.
And we ask for volunteer help with working on the blog.
We posted another chuckle.
And we learned something about Jamaica Inn the film, and Maureen O’Hara and Charles Laughton.
And now? Gotta go.
I’ve written a short piece: What to do on the Drive.
Like make sure you pee when you get the chance.
It’s in here and I’m going to get a bunch of copies made for my friends.
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Good Morning on this Wednesday, the fifth day of June, 2019
We posted a photo of Hook Windmill.
Our commentary discussed the mindset of making the drive-to-somewhere a destination.
We gave tip on a meat sale on June 15 and we discovered the issue with our mail delivery. It’s resolved.
We added the Boston weather report and the ticking calendar, and tracked the number of our postings.
We posted another chuckle.
And we learned something about Jamaica Inn the film, and Maureen O’Hara and Charles Laughton.
And now? Gotta go.
Che vuoi? Le pocketbook?
See you soon.