I’m so glad that James took care of the Beverly Port story. I was still wrapped up in getting our money back from them (first she said no refund, then that she would charge us for transient dockage and refund the rest, and finally backed down to keeping a prorated daily amount). Even with all that, I had to contest the (super-random) portion of the credit card charge she kept. Blegh. Okay, I’m glad he wrote that because I’m still putting my anger into the past. It’s righteous anger, the kind that is a life lesson about how to not get stomped on, and yet it is over. We’re settling into our place in Lynn, and setting up for winter. For us, the number one thing that keeps us safe is being able to move at a moment’s notice. We were able to do that in Charlestown last winter and we were able to do that in Beverly. Our options may get narrower when these jolts appear, but sometimes a necessary flexibility results in to a real good turn. I liked the location of Bev Port because it cut about a third off my bike ride to work. It seemed sensible to plan for bad weather (and don’t get me started about the double La Nina and the Farmer’s Almanac). With this move, we went the exact opposite direction. In the morning, I leave Seaport Landing Marina and head east until a huge roundabout swings me northeasterly along the beach. When there’s a strong easterly wind, the waves crash up and over the reinforced cliff, up and over the walking trail. Already, I’ve seen the waves cross the street. No, they didn’t wait for the light. Partway along the beach, I go from Lynn to Swampscott. From what a coworker[…]
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