Pure fun for a change. First, a recovered photo ca 67 of Mike Conca, my oldest friend — have known him since 54, and still enjoy his company.
What were we doing?? We were going to the Lime Rock Sports Car Race in Connecticut in my new and beloved Morris Minor Shooting Brake, which I bought from E Kidder Meade at Harvard. It went about 40 mph but it didn’t bother me. You could lift up its front end and move it into a parking space. I loved it more than any car I’ve ever had before a drunk in a Mercury squashed it like a bug. Someone had just offered me $1000 for it and I had only paid $250. It looked like the world’s smallest ’48 Woody. One day a guy with a Woody came out and said “I didn’t know mine was pregnant.”
Mike is a naturalist who studied Roseate and arctic terns with Jeremy Hatch for a few years on the Cape. He is still a naturalist in his retirement, doing a study on local Barred owls. When we lived together in the 70s the owls used to come up the hills and sit in the windows, making horrendous noise. The reason HP Lovecraft had so many of his stories near the January Hills— The Dunwicn Horror, The Color out of Space— is that it is a spooky place., It was near the town of Shutesbury where he lived with me and still lives with his third wife Mary Lou,