It is the east and Juliet is the sun…


Today is the 16th anniversary of my first sunrise at Pickle Bay. When I arrived on October 1, 1999 – after a 350 mile drive – I had no idea what was in store for me.  The house – or “hovel” as it had been referred to – was a small yellow stuccoed cottage – recently purchased and intended to be renovated. It was in very bad condition, but I sensed familiarity.  Walking up to the door I had the feeling I was back in Carovilli – the birthplace of my father in Italy.  A bit ancient by our standards; primitive but inviting; welcoming: Home!  The morning of that sunrise gave opportunity for a passage from Shakespeare that I had memorized in the eighth grade.  He said I learned it for just this occasion.