Every Wednesday evening, public concerts are hosted just down the street from Liz D.'s house, in Agawam Park. Tonight, I heard the sounds of Jerry Costanzo's big band wafting toward the house, and I couldn't resist checking it out. Five minutes on foot later, I sat and enjoyed the summer scene.
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What a warm night... and what better than a hot man to complete the picture. Oh yeah, she's pretty, too.
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On the walk back home...
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I finally took the time to explore the Southampton Historical Museum at 17 Meeting House Lane, which is housed in the Albert Rogers mansion, built in 1843 by a whaling captain. This is the west side of the house, which faces the street.
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And the front, which at one time, must have been adorned by a grand yard. Today, the restaurants and shops along Main Street back up to the home, sadly leaving only 10 or so feet of landscaping—thus the tight shot.
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The grounds of the museum include an "authentic" 17th century village, including period merchants, like a blacksmith, spa and sneaker shop. Wait, maybe that's not quite right.
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Also on display are the Stocks, used "to punish drunkards and disrespectful children." I'll drink to that. Worse, the Pillory was used to publicly discipline "women who spoke with a sharp tongue and men that shirked their village duties, such as sleeping on guard duty or cursing." Damn. Here, a pussy in the Pillory. Oh, shit, was that an impertinent statement, worthy of public flogging?
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