Some sort of gigantic metal buoy.
And a bell buoy I was told washed up on Race Point all the way from Maine!
Clovis (and I) miss our walks on the beaches of the Outer Cape.
Finally awake. Plenty of sun, but it's still a cold spring.
Here's a curious piece of ephemera I came across at Brown University's amazing Hay Library. A tiny pamphlet on controversial Confederate General Nathan Bedford Forrest--from 1888. The tiny booklet was included in packs of Duke's cigarettes. The narrative emphasizes Forrest's functional illiteracy!