Hi Joey,
Every 7-10 weeks, weather permitting, I head to Gloucester from NYC for a haircut. Okay, you can stop laughing. Every man who hears this is incredulous, and every woman smiles, understanding that when you’ve found THAT person who can cut your hair the way you like it, travel is no deterrent. For me, it’s Nancy at Salon One. Besides, it’s a great excuse to be in Gloucester.
Usually, I dash up by bus or train, spend the night with a friend, and hasten back to NYC the next day, but this time, Andrew and I grabbed a weekend away. Here is part of our photo diary: We were welcomed by a rainbow on 128 driving north (always a good sign; lack of pot of gold not withstanding), saw the sun rise over the clouds from the Quarterdeck in Pigeon Cove, and watched the eery ice-fire glow of the air off the water on a frigid Sunday morning. I’m already lonesome again.
jane
Good Morning Gloucester 
I like the picture of the rainbow!
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If I had to pick one, eerie ice-fire glow is my favorite photo of yours of the three. Don’t be lonesome, you’re hair won’t stop growing;)) What a glorious place is Gloucester!
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