I should have had my camera with me today. Mark and I drove out to Long Island to visit his mother and do a little shopping. Yes, we went to 'Long Island' (Lawng G-eye-land) to 'the mawl'.
Everyone makes fun of Long Island. It's hard to resist mocking the accent. Not everyone there has one (Mark grew up there and doesn't have a trace of it), but those who do are worthy targets. The stereotypical women bleach their hair and wear it BIG, sport lots of big jewelry, and drive big fancy cars.
We didn't run into any of those Long Island ladies. Oh well. Fortunately, we arrived at the mawl early enough to get a parking space and got out before encountering the crowd. It was a guerilla shopping mission that could've gone much better if my phone were working.
Anyhow, the drive there was beautiful - twisty-turny roads, charming houses and lots of trees turning orange. We drove through Cold Spring Harbor, for lunch, which was gorgeous. A whole bunch of non-big haired people were standing on the sidewalks of an adorable old town. Almost everyone had a dog on a leash, and most of the dogs were dressed in Halloween costumes. It was a missed photo-op. Drat!