Harris' Place Friday Night

Cynthia was witing on the dock as we pulled in. Ken was setting up to dock on the outside of the dock and then Cynthia waved him off and told him to dock on the inside. He masterfully piloted the boat to the perfect landing, even with the wind at 18 knots.

After a few of Cynthia's supurb Bush Whackers, we settled in for dinner. Lobster, ribs, chicken, lobster bisque and slaw - incredible. Later, we sat on the deck did the usual nightly laughter routine.