I met my (formerly South Shore cousins) in Plymouth this morning. They live in Texas now and it was great to see them.
Confession: when I first moved to Boston 25 years ago one of my first day trips was to Plymouth. To see Plymouth Rock. I expected a BIG rock. Big like a ship or a building. Instead it reminded me of a baked potato. Still does.
Oh, and remember the last time I was in Plymouth?!?
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