old lady celebrates

We got out of town to do the celebration up big time—two nights at the Kent Manor Inn in Stevensville, Md, just off the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. Wood floors, high ceilings, molding and ornate wall paper, beautiful old furniture, and instead of a closet in our room, rows of hooks. Mother would have been right at home.

The inn is on 200 acres of land. Lots of birds and open space.

Because the tourist season hasn't really begun, we practically had a private chef: Friday night blackened salmon, Saturday night filet mignon with a blue cheese horseradish dressing.

Saturday we did the Academy Art Museum in Easton, which we had to ourselves—a collection of prints donated by a Washington collector: etchings, lithographs, woodcuts, aquatints... Lunch at a small restaurant which has added a wine bar to its chocolate store. (The Ellicottville chocolate store might want to give that a try.)

Then we drove as far as we could on Tilghman Island and walked to a fenced-in Naval Research operation. Lots of whirling spy-type equipment.

Tom does blustery stuff better than I do. It may be the hair.

A 20-minute drive back to St. Michaels, where we figured out we don't know much about antiques but if there's a new winery in the area, we can find it.