PHOTOS: INSIDE CELEBRITY HOMES The Nashville darling and her Kennedy boy toy, the son of Robert F.
The beach, people said, looked as though it had been strafed and bombed. I sit here in the cool morning shade of our oaks and I can feel my face burning, radiating the heat of yesterday’s sun, sun that glinted off emerald swells, bone- and shell-strewn sands, silvered flats. My freshman roommate at Harvard was John Hagenbuckle, whose father ran one of the dozen-or-so sailing camps that dotted the inner shores of Pleasant Bay in those days.While you're "waiting patiently" to traverse the Bourne, you need to map out where you’ll be anchored to a bar stool during your time there (thusly calming your lurking road rage). Here are the 12 best spots for your Summertime amusements: It’s all in the name. Drink from the deep cache of bourbons, Scotches, and ryes, or reach for cocktail creations like the the Kentucky Mai Tai (Corner Creek, DC Mandarino, Orgeat, lemon, lime, rosewater, Bittermens Elemakule Tiki Bitters). Broaden your horizons with a three-whiskey flight, conveniently arranged for you in eight different combos. Their cozy, relaxed haunt has interesting cocktails along with proper whiskeys and sipping tequilas, but they are primarily known for the extensive beer menu (usually sporting around 60 selections). Grab a flick for your beach house from the 2500-title collection (we recommend Jaws).This bustling fun-times depot nestled in Hyannis is more than just a catchy name.In short, if we take you on as a client, we guarantee you will go out on dates! Recall last summer when she was dating Conor Kennedy and it was rumored that Swift was buying a crib in the Kennedy family compound? Anyway, then she supposedly wasn't, then she was, then she wasn't, and on it went.On March 29, 1984, I went out to Coast Guard Beach with a Boston television crew from Channel 5 to videotape a program about barrier beaches and how they cope with storms and erosion – part of their series on “Survival.” It was a cool, dry day, and the crew had set up on the parking lot overlooking the Eastham barrier beach, still recovering after it was smashed flat six years earlier by the “Great Storm of ’78.” I was interviewed by a friendly man with a boyish face. I have been living alone for three days now in a cottage on the west shore of North Beach, a long and narrow barrier spit of low sand dunes and salt marsh lying a mile or so east of Chatham at the elbow of Cape Cod. Last June, for my birthday, Kathy and I spent a week in an old cottage on a Maine lake.