Two outs, bases loaded, down by a run. Count is 3-2. And you're up at bat. Well Theresa was. We had packed up and were heading to the ferry but Theresa was to catch a bass. I had left her stuff out and we stopped at what I thought would be her home run. She fished the outgoing salt pond outflow for about 15 minutes. Then I aired a few out to be be sure. No takers. Called strike. Game over.
We took a slow ride to Vineyard Haven. We had plenty of time for our 830 ferry, problem was we had reservations for the 730 ferry. Luckily we went on stand-by and got the 830 anyway.
On the way home we stopped in New Haven and went o Frank Pepe's for pizza. It's a stop you should make sometime. Been there since 1925. Always a line but we got there and walked in and got a table. Good pie, the kind I like with the almost burnt crust edges. Caesar salad is a must get.
