As a teenager, grew up in the early sixties, saw my wife and I Hyannis and Hyannisport as a mythical realm inhabited by the rich, the famous and the powerful. Apart from the mythical part, this is probably still true.
Peg and I went to Hyannis with a friend and leader, Al Burrage. Our first stop was the John F. Kennedy Memorial. The memorial features a 12-foot wall of boulders with a relief of JFK overlooking the sea. It is a presidential seal, fountains and a small poolin honor of the late president, grew up in the vicinity. Tour buses traveled constantly in the parking lot for people to visit the shrine. It is beautiful with a great view of the beach and water.
Flowers form a frame around the circular monument. Al brought us there because he thought we might have an interest. He did not. I had to persuade staunch Republican Al in the memorial steps. We were all surprised when he did not turn into stone. Maybe it was just the wind, but I thought I had a low,democratic moan.
In addition to the JFK Memorial is Veterans Memorial Park As always assume celebrities headlines, but real people make the big difference in the world. There is a Korean War Memorial is located at the Veterans Memorial Park was dedicated to the 25th, it June 2000, the 50th Anniversary of the beginning of the war. The reasons (the statue and the bricks with the names of Korean veterans enrolled) lined promenade stir the emotions of the heart.
"The memorial consists of an eight-meterBronze-cast statue of a typical combat soldier, mounted on a pedestal of granite, overlooking Hyannis Harbor. The statue was created by the world-renowned sculptor Robert Shure, whose work includes sculpture, the Irish famine, in Boston, and is the MIA / KIA Eternal Flame Monument at the National Cemetery in Bourne. "
Really touching was a simple message from the people of Korea etched in granite and stone. You can not read the inscription without driving your fingers once roughSurface of the stone and remember the sacrifices that were made by the Americans and the United Nations forces half a world away and half a century ago.
Next we visited the Kennedy compound in which, most of the Kennedys and other family members, or residences. You can see built the pier for JFK by our government from a nearby park, but you must use a resident sticker on your car in the park. The only way to be seen in the connection, if someone open their doors, who has some.The houses in the compound appears no different than most other expensive, neighboring houses outside the camp. How strange.
Back in the business area we stopped at a small supermarket that was located next to the Cape Cod Railroad, which is a dinner train themselves. Maybe we need that we are trying on the next visit. At the convenience store, we bought a local newspaper and picked up two books with voucher coupons for Cape CodAttractions. The sign above the shop Brazilian food, which may seem a little strange. Relationship with Brazil kept popping up during our stay in Cape Cod, we saw a Brazilian flag in a seafood restaurant outside of Sam Wood's Hole, and even ate at a Brazilian restaurant on a day trip to Quincy.
A page on the coupon book, we participated in the convenience store lead us to one of my favorite stops: Toad Hall. The coupon offered to one U.S. dollars off at Toad Hall SportsAuto Museum. Since I love cars and produced a fundraising video for the LeMay Car Museum, I at least had to see what had to offer Toad Hall. I had expected perhaps a dozen sports cars. I was wrong.
We parked our car at the Simmons Homestead Inn and walked around. Five red cars with a Rolls-Bentley greeted us. . . But no one else has. One of the cars was an old Datsun 240Z. I was hooked. My 240Z was yellow. I wandered around. I could see the garage where I thought the carsbe held, but do not want the two of four security system pushing out of his way. Although I could see the padlock hanging open, I was crediting alarms fear.
I went into the tavern. Nobody was there. I went to another building. No one was there, but I have a bar and find hundreds of bottles of Scotch. I went further and snooping. All exterior doors, where one of the two signs: "Do not let the cats checked in!" or "Do not let the cat out!" Cautiously, I complied. Everywhere II was called out: "Hello." Nobody answered.
Eventually, I stopped driving a car. I walked up the driveway and saw a red sports car. I knew I was about having to share. I went to the tavern and found Bill Putman. "I hope you do not wait long," he said. I replied: "No, but we drank three bottles of scotch." He laughed and took us into the garage, where he slid two at four out of the way, opened the door and turned on the light. I was pleased, so to speak.Really, I was spellbound. Inside the garage were almost five dozen red sports car. . . and a green one.
I realized the garage for what it was. . . a growing obsession. It was simply the way the LeMay Museum began. Harold LeMay began collecting cars and then took more and more space to accommodate them. Bill Putman had a couple of sports cars (he did two of them) and then he began to find more and more that he wanted. The garage has been expanded. The ceiling is about seven feet highand there are rooms with only two cars. The dirt floor is covered with white gravel. On top of the gravel in the walkways between the cars are oriental rugs. I went crazy identification of the car. "Here is an XK120," I cried, "I had an XK140."
In the collection there were three models, which I had owned. In addition to the Datsun 240Z and the Jaguar XK 140, I found a bug-eye Austin Healey Sprite. This was the car I had when I courted Peg. We drove by the church in my littleSprite. We took our week-old daughter, Andrea a car cinema in the small car. I loved it, and it should have held. This is the same story that Bill heard almost every visitor Toad Hall.
I had to ask Bill about the Scots, "Most unopened bottles of view. Why do not you drink?" He even has its own website for its Scotch collection. Bill replied: "I do not know." I think Bill might be too much preoccupied with them. He collects sports cars, cats, and scotch run in addition to his inn.I'm sure he thought of his collection of Scotch whistful when she said with a look in his eyes, Bill: "Sometimes I dream only get snowed in."
Toad Hall was a delight. So why Toad Hall? Bill is the story of the wind in the willows and the central character, Toad, who lives at Toad Hall. So why the red cars? In the history of Toad was owned a car. He got in, and it was red. So why the green car. The previous owner had not just sunk $ 15,000 in the car and the BillHeart, have painted it. So why Scotch and cats. Only weil
Search for memories of our youth, we visited Hyannis for Kennedy historical relations. We ended our visit to Hyannis, with so much more. Is not that what turns traveling around all this?
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