Chesapeake City, Maryland

Under the powerful influence of spring fever, Eve and I drove through the sunshine down the Eastern Shore of Maryland to Chesapeake City. There we sat on the porch of the Bayard House restaurant and watched a parade of yachts making their way against the tide on the Cheapeake & Delaware Canal westward to the Bay. We realized it had been something like six years since we'd visited that charming, historic town, and we resolved that (at least as long as gas prices remain within the realm of reason), to make that and many other excursions in the warm months to come. Getting out of town is good for the soul. Thought for the day, from a sign hanging behind the Hole in the Wall Bar at the Bayard House: "We acknowledge the evils of alcohol, and here highly resolve to get rid of the wine cellar, one glass at a time." Amen.