near-perfect night

On our way to dinner at the Chart Room, we pass a surprising site.

"Stop,"  I tell my mom who is driving. "I want to take some pictures."

My mom is hesitant after my episode on the bus earlier this week. "Maybe you shouldn't," she advises. She doesn't want me to upset anyone. And though she doesn't say it, I'm guessing she's thinking, "Especially some crazy Trump supporters." I promise her that I won't provoke them. I exit the car to take a few photos.

My only comment to the man and woman manning this little campaign center is, "You don't see much of this on the Cape." They agree. 

Overall, my photo adventure goes smoothly. 

But just as I'm getting into the car, Zelia can't help herself. She yells out the window, "Trump is the swamp," in reference to Trump's campaign promise of draining the swamp. All I can think is, my poor mom — she's the one driving what must feel like the getaway car.

We get to the Chart Chart Room, and in response to COVID, there are many more tables set up outdoors. The restaurant has done a great job of separating everyone.

I get my usual: baked stuffed lobster. And it is, as usual, incredible.

As is the night sky...