I took a walk the other morning, setting out from my East End home with a neighbor to catch up, return library books, and get my 10,000 steps in. We dropped off my books and wandered out on the wharf, stopping to talk to the Dolphin Fleet attendant about all that is happening at the Center for Coastal Studies and about a recent beach cleanup.
My phone rang just as I got home and when I saw the call was from a local number, I answered. It was someone from the library. She asked if I was Jamie and said that the books I had returned contained something she thought I may have mistakenly left tucked inside — a card with original artwork and inscribed “To Nanna, Happy Birthday, Love Ronan.”
“I, too, am a Nanna,” she said. “And I have put your card aside at the front desk if you’d like to pick it up.” —Jamie Mills
Readers are invited to send their own mini-stories (word limit: 200) about funny, illuminating, only-on-the-Outer-Cape moments to [email protected] for consideration for “Incidentally.” We hope this will become a place for recording memorable snippets overheard at the grocery store, in a class, on the beach — all the places where our real lives are in full view.
