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Nasty News Roundup

2026-11-10T08:12:53.597-05:00

Instructions for incoming congressmen.

I'll save you the trouble of surfing the web or reading a newspaper, freeing up your time to do better things. Here's a hint of how our country is doing:

1. Democratic Socialists are infiltrating the halls of Congress, quietly carrying out Obama's 2008 vow to "fundamentally change America." One upcoming battle is in Pennsylvania, where a Gazan-born Socialist is preparing to make a run to unseat Democratic Senator John Fetterman in the next election.

2. A Broadway show opening this week is about a group of men living in a home for sex offenders convicted of crimes against minors. One critic called it the playwright's "finest drama."

3. The "new normal" in many of America's hospitals includes up to a 24-hour wait to be seen in Emergency Rooms. It's about to get worse.

4. Waymo's driverless taxis have been seen passing stopped school buses and going through stop signs. The company promises to "fix its software" to make them safer.

Have a nice day!

How To Be Your Own Best Friend

2026-11-09T05:15:52.538-05:00

"Water Lilies" by Claude Monet

Since Debra left this world -- it's been four years and three months -- I guess I am my own best friend. I love my blog. And my paintings. Good thing, because judging from my readership stats and sales of my work, hardly anyone else does.

I read my old blog posts whenever I can't sleep and get up in the middle of the night. Like this night. They are funny and interesting and always contain at least one fact worth knowing.

My paintings adorn the walls of my house and make me happy. Each one is beautiful in its own way. Every one I finish becomes the best painting I've ever done, until the next one.

Here's the fact: Claude Monet, the French Impressionist, completed a new painting every 10 days and left behind 2,200 canvases when he died. I am not a fan of his work -- too sappy, and they all look alike -- but he must have loved it.

Film Review: IRENA'S VOW

2026-11-08T11:39:51.514-05:00

Irena, at left, and a crowd of citizens watch a public hanging.

With antisemitism on the rise once again worldwide, the real-life story at the heart of of Irena's Vow is a timely reminder of just how cruel some regimes can be. And despite knowing how things turned out at the end of WW2, still it's a taut thriller with tension building throughout its two-hour run time.

A grim Holocaust movie set in Poland during Hitler's reign, its focus is on a young Polish girl separated from her family and forced to work as a housekeeper and cook for a powerful German General. After witnessing the incredibly brutal deaths of a mother and her infant -- you'll want to cover your eyes for this one -- Irena vows to do whatever it takes to save lives. As it happens, there are a dozen Jews working as tailors in the General's basement who are slated for death in the coming weeks, and Irena devises a complex and daring plan to save them.

First and foremost, Irena's Vow offers a gripping depiction of the unimaginable horrors endured by people who were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Superb acting by every cast member, most of them foreign actors unknown in our country, makes the story unforgettable. That said, several scenes are curiously off-kilter and stretch believability, breaking the film's intense hold on your emotions. In one way that might be a good thing, since as it was I was sobbing on and off throughout.

Even with a relatively happy ending for Irena, one comes away frightened of what's brewing right here in America. Everyone with a beating heart should see this movie, currently streaming on Netflix.

Marriage Advice From One Who Knows

2026-11-07T14:31:51.858-05:00

Before you decide to tie the knot, there are some basics to consider that can mean the difference between a happy life and a life sentence in Hell.

The most important thing is NOT how much you are attracted to your partner or how you both laugh at the same things or how you both love Thai food and Scottish Terriers and the rest of that rot. The most important thing is to look closely at your beloved's immediate family and assess their potential for future disaster.

Are you sure you want to spend every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Passover or whatever with them? Are they going to make good grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins? Does one or more of them drink too much, do too many drugs, or look like the Goodyear Blimp already? Because these problems will only worsen over time.

Ask yourself: Are there Al-Anon meetings in the offing? Will family gatherings require the involvement of child protective services, or possibly the riot police? Trust me: Family matters, and I don't mean yours.

Politics 101 Circa 2026

2026-11-07T07:43:58.104-05:00

Imam Hakim Jeffries addressing the new Congress.

In case you just woke up from a coma ten minutes ago, the Republican candidates lost many -- if not most -- if not all -- of the races in the recent election, which was held four days ago. But never fear: to catch you up, every newspaper and website explains it all ad nasueum, writing the same things. In a nutshell, I have summarized everything for you here:

President Trump sucks. Elon Musk sucks as much, maybe more. All MAGA voters suck. In fact, everyone connected to the President sucks. Democrats promise to impeach Trump and anyone who ever looked at him, sat next to him or supported him. The Republican Party is finished. The Democrats are in the driver's seat, and the Muslim Socialists, led by new Imam of the House Hakim Jeffries, are at the wheel. Oh, and don't forget -- Trump sucks, now and forever, always has and always will.

That's about it. Now you are fully up to speed and can engage in a thoughtful conversation about politics with every Democrat you meet.

Mission Accomplished!

2026-11-06T08:28:38.454-05:00

Question: Who once tweeted, “I forgot to get napkins so I just wiped my hand on the American flag behind me.”?

Answer: You might have guessed Barack Hussein Obama, or his loathsome spouse, or maybe even one of their daughters. You'd be close, but wrong. Instead it was an Obama disciple, just one of the newly-elected, anti-American victors in Tuesday's election debacle.

Now a U.S. Representative-elect for New York's 13th congressional district (Harlem and The Bronx) and a member of the Democratic Party and the Democratic Socialists of America, the writer was Darializa Avila Chevalier, also known as DAC (Oh, how cute -- just like AOC!)

Question: Who once said, "We are five days away from fundamentally transforming the United States of America."?

Answer: Barack Hussein Obama, October 30, 2008, while campaigning for the presidency. It took a lot more than five days, but mission accomplished.

Why A "Blue Tsunami"?

2026-11-05T12:24:28.489-05:00

I've read a lot of articles written by so-called political pundits -- and FYI it's pundits, not pundants --that the reason the Dems won big in the midterms is because of high gas prices or the Iran war or the use of force by ICE agents and some other reasonable hogwash, but we all know the real reason is that they just HATE DONALD TRUMP -- always have and always will.

They hate his wild hair, his fake tan, his daughter Invanka, his beautiful wife Melania, his gold toilets, his White House ballroom, his rough personality, his name-calling, his tweets, and whatever else you can think of. That's it. The average Democrat -- most notably a recently-arrived Somalian who doesn't even speak our language but still voted in our election -- knows little about Trump's policies. They just hate his guts for being too rich, too smart, too powerful, and most of all, for knowing more than they do about just about everything.

Which is why simpletons like AOC, Pete Buttigieg and Kamala Harris, average dummies who are non-threatening, are at the top of the list of Democrat favorites. In their world, the dumber the candidate the more the public can relate to him/her.

End of story.

Gotto Go!

2026-11-04T05:31:46.886-05:00

The popular "Troy Jackson" Halloween mask.

Last night the Nazis, a.k.a Democrats, won the midterm elections all across America. Here in Maine it's especially poignant, with our fabulous Senator Susan Collins, the first female Chair of the Senate Appropriations Committee which holds jurisdiction over all discretionary spending for the entire federal government, losing her seat to a pudgy career logger who fathered two kids with his second cousin and was recently ejected from his own Facebook group for being rude to his supporters.

But here in Maine, that's okay. While Maine law prohibits marriages to an individual’s parents, grandparents, children, grandchildren, siblings, nieces, nephews, aunts, or uncles, cousins are fine. The law initially banned first cousin marriage, but an amendment passed two years later (in 1987) allows such unions "if the would-be betrothed present a certificate of genetic counseling signed by a physician certifying their potential children have an acceptably low risk of physical deformity or cognitive impairment."

Today I'll start packing up the house, as I certainly can't stay here -- that's obvious. Florida is hot, but at least the lion's share of residents are intelligent --- and naturally Republicans.

Fat And Skinny Had A Race (Skinny Lost)

2026-11-03T13:41:38.885-05:00

Two of the beautiful people.

One of my favorite episodes of The

Twilight Zone first aired on November 11, 1960, which would have made it my sister's 18th birthday the year I was 13. Entitled "Eye of the Beholder," the gist of it was that in an altered society, pretty people were considered to be ugly and the hideously ugly were beautiful.

This is what's going on today right here and now, in this society where we live. It's happening online, where hundreds of videos of morbidly obese women dressed in bikinis or other flesh-baring attire are posted. The women look gross and disgusting but get comments like, "You are beautiful" and "I love your body," from men and women alike.

I can only conclude that the fatter we get as a nation, the more we tell ourselves that's the way things should be. Only it isn't.

Morning Coffee In The Nuthouse

2026-11-02T07:11:27.150-05:00

When I married a man 11 years younger than me I assumed he would still be mentally fit when I started losing my marbles, and that in fact he might help me keep some of them for a longer time. Sadly, it has not turned out that way.

This morning, having awakened at 3:45 and realized that sleep was no longer a possibility, I was in the living room reading when I heard my husband come down the stairs and enter the kitchen and start making coffee. The sound of the coffee grinder was not right. Instead of the usual low, electrical purr, it was an angry clacking sound. It grew louder, and I was surprised that Mitch felt it appropriate to keep going. However, after about one minute the clacking subsided and the grinding continued normally.

Next, Mitch started making noises like "Harrumph" and "Hmmm," which made me, sequestered two rooms away, wonder just what the heck was going on. Finally he found me and reported that the wide blue rubber band that had been wrapped around the bag of coffee beans was missing. He posited that it was the reason for the clacking sound and that it had been ground up with the beans.

I found that laughable. No way! How could the coffee grinder continue to work with a big fat rubber band in its blades? (I also mentioned that if that were truly the case he was mental and needed help.) Assuming he had simply dropped it somewhere, I began sweeping the kitchen floor. Meanwhile, a pot of coffee was brewing. Undaunted, Mitch opened the top of the coffee maker and inspected the grounds. Soon enough he found what looked like a small piece of a rubber band buried in the wet mess.

Refusing to drink the now freshly-brewed coffee, saying we could surely die if we drank ground-up latex, I thought of David O'Lenick, the other man I could have married. (My high-school beau who was my age, I wondered if he was still alive.)

To settle things, Mitch asked Claude, his A.I. companion, the following: "If I grind up a rubber band along with coffee beans in my coffee grinder, and then brew coffee with the mixture of ground beans and ground rubber band, would that be toxic? Also, would you think that the person who did this has a mental illness?"

Claude said DO NOT DRINK IT! -- it could cause all sorts of problems, digestive and otherwise, even leading to death. As for the sanity question, Claude said if it were an accident, then no worries, but if it were part of a pattern of distressing or unusual choices, speaking with a health care professional would be a helpful next step.

And that's what's happening in our house this morning.

Dastardly Dems Destroying Democracy

2026-10-31T14:59:08.869-04:00

Anti-Trump protesters in Maine.

Here in Maine, the death of democracy is evident on the highways and byways of every town, where political signs have become the weapon of choice. The vandalism at the hands of the Maine Democrats is stunning in its efficacy, as each new day dawns to find more and more signs touting Republican candidates missing. All but a handful of those supporting Senator Susan Collins have been defaced, destroyed or spirited away. Ditto the signs for lesser Republican candidates, be it a member of the local school board or the Maine state senate. Interestingly, none of the signs touting Democrats for those very same offices have been tampered with.

What can we conclude from these sophomoric shenanigans? One thing only: the party protesting that Donald Trump represents "the end of democracy" is the very same one that is actively out there killing it. To them, "free speech" means "only if you vote our way."

It's sad and depressing to witness this peevish behavior of the so-called adults who comprise the lion's share of our demographics. Constantly touting their love of democracy, they are actively destroying it. The only conclusion I can think of is that frequent consumption of lobster eventually eradicates functioning brain cells. (See photo.)

Doctor No

2026-10-28T05:27:47.601-04:00

There's an old joke that goes like this:

"What do you call a person who graduated last in class at medical school?"

"Doctor."

I recently had a chance to meet one of those people. She seemed nice enough at our pre-surgery consultation, and so I let her go ahead and remove a spot of basal cell carcinoma, if that was what it really was. (Years ago I had lung surgery for an alleged cancer that turned out to be a bacterial infection, so pardon my skepticism.) Now in its stead I have an unsightly lump twice the size that itches and is quite annoying.

I'm pretty sure that a better doctor, like maybe someone who was first or second or even third in class, would have done a better job, but hey -- live and learn.

Making Fun of Old People

2026-10-27T05:46:24.213-04:00

I have a few bad habits, but the worst is surely looking at Instagram. I keep quitting it and deleting the app, only to go back again to see something my son posted. Then I stay and waste precious time looking at posts of strangers, and occasionally commenting on them. That's the absolute worst thing I do.

Recently a fat woman posted a video of herself at the beach in a bikini, saying she was glad she had lost all her "baby weight" following her pregnancy. Many comments denied that fact as it was so obvious, and I wrote -- snarkily I admit -- "But I see it." Someone, not the poster herself, texted me back,"Time for your Botox, Granny." I assumed she had clicked on my photo and concluded that I'm old. Which I am. (However, I am not a grandmother and I would never use Botox.)

Faulting someone for their age is dumb. Everyone gets old, unless they die young and don't get the chance. Yet mocking old people for how they walk or having wrinkles or being hard of hearing or any one of many signs of aging is quite popular and still "allowed" in a society where making fun of any other physical trait is strictly forbidden.

Despite my best intentions I am now 80 years old. I couldn't help it -- it just happened. And if you're very careful, it will happen to you.

Life In These United States

2026-10-26T09:34:41.878-04:00

I can't think of anything good about life in the United States today. But I will try.

1. There is no war going on within our borders, unless you count the ones between Democrats and Republicans and Muslims and Jews and Blacks and Whites and transgenders and straight people.

Film Review: ZODIAC

2026-10-25T08:12:26.802-04:00

Jake Gyllenhaal and Chloe Sevigny

If you missed Zodiac when it was released in 2007, you can rent it now on one of several platforms. It's well worth the investment, both in money and time (2 hours and 37 minutes). But make sure you are clear-headed and sharp at the start, as the circuitous plot takes you down several long, complicated paths and the rapid-fire dialog is best understood with the subtitles feature turned on.

Instead of cops and robbers, think cops and reporters. Based on a still-unsolved serial crime spree that gripped California for many years, Zodiac showcases several fine actors we know today when they were mere babes. Mark Ruffalo, Jake Gyllenhaal, Dermot Mulroney and Robert Downey, Jr. look almost too young for their roles, but that might be because they -- and we -- are all so much older now.

Aside from several brutal scenes -- I had to cover my eyes and my ears -- much of the action takes place in complex conversations between two or three of the characters in various locations -- a newsroom, a dark bar, on the steps of the courthouse -- hashing out the facts of the case. San Francisco police detective David Toschi (Ruffalo) becomes frustrated by the brash intrusion of Robert Graysmith (Gyllenhaal), an eager cartoonist at the San Francisco Chronicle who becomes obsessed with finding the killer. (You will be too.)

Directed by David Fincher (Fight Club, Inglorious Basterds, Panic Room) and featuring Chloe Sevigny, Anthony Edwards and John Carroll Lynch, Zodiac warrants a second viewing in order to fully grok all the plot twists and turns. Or you could just read the book, written by the real-life cartoonist, which has gotten rave reviews.

Not-So-Secret Secrets

2026-10-24T12:00:33.762-04:00

You probably have heard of celebrity chef Ina Garten, who once had a TV cooking show called "The Barefoot Contessa." My dear friend Noreen Welle, who died in 2006, looked quite a bit like her and was a devoted fan. In fact, on a trip to Paris with Noreen and her husband Tom, she shlepped us all over the city searching for Ina's favorite outdoor food market. (We found it.)

Since then I have read with interest about Ina. An article in today's Wall Street Journal shares some of her "cooking secrets," which obviously won't be secret anymore after the paper hits the stands. I found several of them shocking, especially considering that Ina's net worth is reportedly $60 million, whereas mine, an arguably better cook, is about a couple of hundred bucks. Following are her two most egregious secrets:

1. When unexpected guests drop by she whips up her favorite 2-ingredient dip, which consists of blue cheese and mayonnaise. This glop is served with store-bought potato chips (and a Pesto-Bismol chaser).

2. Ina's "entertaining advice" for a crowd is to, "Go to a great bakery and buy a cheesecake. Nobody will ever know." I guess we should all be glad that Ina doesn't work for the CIA.

Don't Bug Me

2026-10-24T06:41:40.183-04:00

More than war, disease and summer, I hate bugs. if you ask me, anything with multiple feet and wings is just plain wrong and evidence enough that Satan exists. The one exception is (are?) ladybugs. The very name is so sweet and innocuous, and they're so pretty!

As winter approaches, throngs of ladybugs enter our home and gather in the corners of our dining room, seeking warmth and possibly a meal. They don't bother me and I don't bother them. Still, I don't want to eat one, and yesterday morning at breakfast in a diner with friends, I discovered a cooked one in my spinach and feta omelet and I was not happy about it.

I saw it in time to not eat it, and brushed it aside on the plate. Breakfast was obviously over and with so much omelet left! And those hash browns looked pretty good, but no thanks. I called the waitress over and she was as appalled as I was, removing my plate and marching into the kitchen to show the cooks.

The Freeport Cafe didn't charge me for breakfast, but I remain haunted by the thought of that poor ladybug meeting such an ignominious end.

Baby Doctors

2026-10-23T08:13:56.635-04:00

The older I get, the younger all my doctors seem. For example, one month ago I underwent Mohs surgery on the bridge of my nose to remove what was determined to be a spot of basal cell carcinoma. That barely visible spot has been replaced by a grotesque lump of angry flesh tucked right next to my eye that makes me want to kill myself every time I look at it, which is constantly. This, supposedly, is modern medicine?

The doctor who performed the surgery looked about twelve years old. She wasn't, but she might as well have been. She told me the surgery would be "nothing" and that I would have a "slight scar." Ha!

Next up is a visit back to the same medical practice to find a remedy for this depressing situation. The doctor I am scheduled to see looks older in his online photo, and I'm hoping that's the case since young doctors today are scary -- especially the girls.

Oh well, at least I didn't have the wrong leg amputated, which has happened more than once to some unlucky patients. Those people must be really pissed.

Modern Life

2026-10-22T19:53:12.147-04:00

I have to go outside tomorrow and I'm a little nervous about it. I hope nobody runs me over with their car or stabs me with a knife or a maybe a syringe, like happened yesterday in midtown Manhattan. Or shoots me in the back, like that Mangione kid did last summer to a man walking down the street, also in NYC. These things are becoming commonplace as more and more humans lose their minds, possibly from consuming too much sugar. Fortunately this epidemic of human mania coincides with the rise of A.I. bots who will soon replace of all the dead and crazy people, so that the world can go on.

Still, I'm trying to cut down on outside activities unless they're absolutely necessary. I think that's best. And from now on I'm only opening my door to people I know, and maybe a robot.

The Way Life Shouldn't Be

2026-10-19T21:55:40.820-04:00

During a recent televised debate between the two candidates running for Senator in the state of Maine, the Democrat (Troy Jackson) said to the Republican (Susan Collins), "Oh, shut up!" That's what it's come to in America's Vacationland, where the state motto is, "The Way Life Should Be." Only it's pretty much the opposite lately, and not just in Maine.

Civility is a thing of the past, along with lots of other things that made life in America great, or at least more fun. Today I went into a CVS store and was saddened to see that the Halloween merchandise shared an entire aisle with the Christmas merchandise. I can remember when they were two separate holidays, each with their own special feeling and excitement. Now it's just different colored candies and wrapping paper, and they drag everything out at the same time just to make it easier on everyone.

I won't bother listing all the rest of what's wrong these days, since everyone is all too aware. Let's just say that our menu options have definitely changed, and all of the staff is busy helping other customers.

Dumbing Down

2026-10-18T05:57:49.069-04:00

Sometimes it's embarrassing to be a human. Other species seem so much more intelligent, spending their allotted days on Earth looking for food, building their homes and enjoying nature, while so many humans waste their lives gossiping, spending money on total junk, overeating garbage and hurting others.

This morning I read an article, or part of it, about what the deceased actress Marilyn Monroe had as her last meal, 62 years ago. I don't know if it was written by A.I. or an actual person, but the comments that followed it came from real people who were hotly divided on whether she ate at a Mexican buffet in a restaurant or was it takeout she ordered and ate at home, and whether it included champagne or not.

Where and when did we go wrong? Here in Maine, stupidity has reached new heights with the current "sign wars" between the two political parties. Retaliating against a sign that has popped up statewide saying "STOP FRAUD, VOTE REPUBLICAN," the witless Dems have rushed out and posted signs that say, "STOP FRAUD, VOTE DEMOCRAT."

As I said, it's embarrassing.

Tit For Tat In Maine Politics

2026-10-12T07:09:58.837-04:00

Here in Maine, long considered the ultimate autumn getaway offering fabulous foliage and luscious lobster, war has broken out between supporters of the two major parties vying for control of the state. The weapon of choice: political signs printed on cardboard and posted on every available patch of land allowable by law.

This is nothing new, since political posters first appeared in the 1820s during the presidential campaign of John Quincy Adams. In Maine, the ubiquitous signs dotting neighborhood lawns and crowding one another at major intersections are common. In the past they featured the name of a candidate with their chosen slogan and party affiliation. But this year things have gotten rougher, with nasty moves by party leaders turning the posting of political signs into a poisonous conflict.

Take, for example, a standard Susan Collins lawn sign, which simply states that she is "our senator" -- which she has been for 22 years. She's up for re-election this year and the Determined Dems want her out. Not content to just remove or deface her signs, they've gone a step further and actually printed smaller signs which they post directly in front of and below her name, to read that she "ACCEPTS BRIBES" or "FUNDS ICE."

In retaliation, a small army of conservatives have countered with their own signs which read, "STOP FRAUD, VOTE REPUBLICAN." These have sprung up all over Maine seemingly overnight, causing outright hysteria among the lefties who have taken to Reddit to post their dismay, hurling insults at their opponents like hand grenades.

So far things haven't gotten violent, but if you're planning on leaf-peeping in this neck of the woods, you might consider replacing that fleece vest with one that's bullet-proof.

On Doing Nothing

2026-10-08T17:01:22.276-04:00

I am deep into a period of doing nothing and have been for awhile. In fact, I can sit and do nothing for hours at a time, much of it spent wondering if doing something is better than doing nothing.

I have done so many things in the past that have, in the end, mattered not one bit -- to anyone else and even to me -- that's it's hard to feel bad about doing nothing.

So many jobs taken, so many deadlines met, so many turkeys stuffed and laundry folded and paintings shown and presents wrapped and important functions not to be late for. Now I have little reason to be on time anywhere.

This time will pass, I'm guessing. Until then, there's always another painting waiting for more paint.

Maine's Uncivil War

2026-10-07T12:56:19.868-04:00

Average Maine Democrat.

Reporting from Freeport, Maine, I have a front-row view of all the nasty action taking place in this war-torn state, especially since my husband is a General in the Republican Army. As the Town Chair of the "Susan Collins for Senator" campaign, Mitch has his hands full trying to keep the Collins lawn signs he and his soldiers have installed from being removed, defaced or completely destroyed.

Just yesterday one of the signs was found on the ground, torn to pieces. It followed the MO of the typical Democrat around these parts: someone impossible to reason with because of their blind allegiance to The Party. These are, after all, the very same people who voted for Kamala Harris for president, if you can wrap your head around that one, and would vote for Socialist wacko Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, should she make a run for it in 2028.

Putting it plainly, most Mainers are mean -- in fact they should be called Meaners -- and the Democrats are the worst of the lot. A perfect example can be found on Hupper Island, an idyllic car-free refuge 90 miles north of Portland. About two dozen families spend their summers there, and Chief Justice John G. Roberts Jr. has been one of them for the past 20 years. Until recently he was a good friend to all the other islanders, helping them out in times of need and partying together at the Independence Day annual picnic.

Not anymore. These days Roberts is shunned by all, with some people insulting him publicly. One particularly vindictive woman has taken to kayaking back and forth in front of his island getaway with a sign that reads "Justice For All," inferring that he is responsible for justice for none because of his Supreme Court decisions impacting abortion, immigrants and transgenders.

Maine's state's slogan is, "The Way Life Should Be." That's definitely outdated. Instead it should be, "Life Our Way or Get The Fuck Out."

When A.I. Gets It Wrong

2026-10-05T08:48:30.237-04:00

I was skeptical from birth, and it's only gotten worse since then. Of course scrolling the Internet has exacerbated my condition exponentially, until today I believe nothing I hear or read, especially in a newspaper or online.

This morning this headline caught my eye on an online news site: "This New England beach town is an affordable alternative to the Hamptons." Since I live in New England and have visited the Hamptons on vacation more than once, I clicked. Alas, the story was riddled with errors. The supposed "beach town" in New England is not only NOT a beach town but it isn't in New England, not even close.

Turned out the story was about Shelter Island, out on the end of Long Island in New York. And to make matters worse, it is not affordable at all, unless you are extremely wealthy. It is beautiful, I've been there a few times but never thought of it as a "beach town." It's not at all as descried in the article that is printed as factual on a news website.

The other day I saw a video of a dance number in which Judy Garland was identified as Ann Reinking. The only thing those two have in common is they are both dead.