Now I live at The Mooring, or, specifically, half a block away, for six months out of every year. Mooring Fever is the story of my journey from ponytails to property tax. Welcome to a long-ago world of shingled cottages, heeling sailboats, decades-long friendships, Satisfaction, and sandy flip-flops. (Back then, pre-Monica, we called them thongs.) Welcome to the 60s all over again...and to the 2010s, as I forge a new life on an old and beloved shore.
What really happens when your dream comes true? Some answers to follow.
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Next: July 21, 1965 -- how it all began.
6 comments:
Thank you, Ilona! We did have some wonderful summers. How perfect that you are my first "commenter."
Very nice Carol....Thank you! -dom tarpey
Thanks, Dom -- post #2 should be up in a few days.
Carol, I enjoyed reading your blog; it brought back memories of a time and days gone by. Like you I have Mooring Fever, it has been a lifelong experience. The Mooring was a very special place that continues to influence every aspect of my life and is sadly missed.
David, I can't imagine you NOT missing it -- for so many years you and The Mooring were one, at least in my mind. Thank you for getting in touch. I have loved hearing from old friends -- the similarly afflicted!
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