Life in New England

A couple of days ago I was heading to the beach and came around a corner on Route 49, a State Road in the backwoods of North Stonington, where we live in the summer, and I about 100 yards ahead of me, a small herd of dairy cows in the middle of the road. Someone had left a gate open and they had merely wandered out. A typical rural happening. I had my Z1 handy and took the picture attached.
Yesterday my High School Class had a 55th year reunion and we had a fair turnout. Tomorrow I'll post a picture of those that attended. Our clas numbered around 137, and we had only about 60 people show up for the reunion. I served the reunion committee as toastmaster for the affair and I read the necrology so as to have a moment of silence to remember them, It was a sobering event.