THE SOUTH SHORE TO MAINE by Quinton Arundel
At the 169
Willem gives his blessing to our road trip
Written Aug 24, 2021
Peter visits a friend Franny
I drive a rented car to Nantasket
Hull
Fried clams at Tony’s on Wollaston Beach
Talk Heroin. More honest than cocaine. Talk about dropping qualludes in the Duxbury cranberry bogs
The old Bay State Colony
The Quincy Quarries ain’t no more. Emerald water is grass surrounded rock cliffs
No one in his family lives in Boston. Route 128 is their home.
Listen to Jonathan Richman’s ROADRUNNER
Head north on 128 to Cape Ann, Gloucester, Rocky Neck
Swim at the Rockpport Quarry.
Peter jumps off the cliff into the water
The police come to investigate our trespass onto private property.
Peter explains he could read the signs because he’s dyslexic and has been swimming here since 1970
“What’s your excuse?” asks the officer.
“I’m with him.”
We leave wet from the leap
Ipswich Beach.
Beautiful sand, but not the quarries.
We stop at the Babylon of the North Shore
Salisbury Beach.
“I did acid here in the winter of 1971.”
“How was it?”
“Wicked.”
Our only direction was north.
Portsmouth NH
Kittery Maine
York Maine.
My land and lobstahs too.
Tomorrow north to Falmouth and Sebago to hear the myths of weird old man.
Weird old men never get old.
