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Gloucester, MA

On September 7, 2014, Ed and I took our first East Coast excursion to Gloucester, MA.  Gloucester is a beautiful, quaint little fishing town 37 miles above Boston on Massachusetts’ North Shore.  Fun facts: the first schooner (a sailing vessel that looks like a pirate ship) was reputedly built in here in 1713, and “The Perfect Storm” was filmed and set in Gloucester (I hope that’s cool – I’ve never seen A Perfect Storm).

Someone once told me that many of the towns surrounding Boston have names of Native American origin, and I believe they included Gloucester in the list.  When they told me that, I was like, “Ha, WHUT.”  Because coming from Minnesota where almost ALL of the towns have names of Native American origin (Wayzata, Winona, Pokegama, Nisswa, Minnehaha, Bemidji, Chanhassen, etc. and of COURRRRSE Minnetonka), it’s pretty clear that Massachusetts has roughly zero.  Plus, I bet the Pilgrims were fairly eager to change the names of everything so the Indians knew who was Boss.  So now Ed and I are surrounded by places like Gloucester (pronounced Gloster), Portsmouth (pronounced Portsmith), Worchester (pronounced Wuss-ster), Scituate (pronounced Sitch-eau-it) and Ipswitch (pronounced…Ipswitch).  Add a good Southie Boston accent to any of those places and you get something like this:

Hi mah name is Bahbrah n’ I live on the No’th Sho’h neah Glostah.  Have you been to the Stah Mahket yet?  They got a real good bahgin on eahs ah coh’n.

Here’s a map!  Gloucester is faintly outlined in red in the upper right, Boston is down in the bottom left:

Gloucester, MA

The population of Gloucester is 28, 789; the town is known for its fishing industry and its popularity as a summer destination.  Ed and I saw plenty of mansions and expensive, fancy looking landscaping on our drive along the coast:

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There are lots of beaches to enjoy along the way as well, and our first stop was this one on our way into the town:

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That little dark spot on the horizon is the Boston skyline.  Can you see it?  Here let’s zoom in:

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Once we made it into town, we stopped at a visitors center and were stoked to learn that Gloucester has some pretty reputable whale watching tours.  They prove it with this whale skeleton:

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Don’t you love the caption under the whale head?  “Unusual North Shore Resident.”  Lolz!  Funny whale people.  Since we were too late to join a whale tour (they guarantee sightings or you can keep coming back for free until you see one), we headed to Rockport (the tip of the peninsula above Gloucester) to relax at a beach.  I got really artsy with my camera while sunbathing:

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This pic was actually quite difficult to take, I think it took us six tries. Nailed it!


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A sexy lifeguard was on duty

After the beach, we headed to the only other attraction we knew of – the light house and the Breakwater.  Eastern Point Lighthouse is at the entrance of Gloucester Harbor and was first lit in 1832:

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Eastern Point Light House

It sits on giant rocks and semi-successfully helped guide ships into the harbor up until 1905.  Extending out from the light house is a huge reef called Dog Bar Reef and even though ships could see the light from the light house and identify the shore, they would regularly ship wreck and run aground on the reef because they didn’t know how far it extended or didn’t even know it was there.  So in 1905 the town completed a 0.5 mile long granite jetty and named it the Dog Bar Breakwater (locals just refer to it as “The Breakwater.”  As do Ed and I, faux-locals).

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Looking out at the breakwater from the light house

The Breakwater cuts the wind in the harbor by half, protecting the boats anchored there, and successfully prevents vessels from shipwrecking on the reef.

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Boats safe in the harbor

The walk down the Breakwater is so fun – all of the giant blocks make for a treacherous hopscotch.  There are locals sunbathing on the rocks and lots of recreational fisherman.  Some men walk at the bottom of the blocks, looking for and collecting treasures from the water.  Each block in the breakwater weighs 12-13 tons.  Here’s a treasure hunter and a good view of how huge the rocks are:


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Me, still being arty

It takes about 15 minutes to walk all the way to the end:

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Mr. Massachusetts

We worked up quite an appetite for beers while exploring, so we headed back into town and found a little bar with Allagash on tap.  Allagash is like Blue Moon but one thousand times better (sorry mom).  It’s brewed in Maine and is my favorite beer, of all time.  Here’s me enjoying one:

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Ed got fancy and ordered something with fruit in it:


We asked the bartender where we should eat dinner and she told us to go to the Fisherman’s Cape Anne Brewing Co.  We do as the locals say, so off we went.

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This place was a true gem.  The whole interior was decorated in a fishing motif, per the town’s pride, and they brew all their own beer.  We shared a sampling flight:

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How fun is that?!  We had these exotic flavors: vanilla, rhubarb, pumpkin and spruce tip.  SPRUCE TIP.  It was like tasting the magic of the forest in a refreshing glass of beer.  But better.  Had we known we’d never see it again, we would have purchased as many cases as we could fit in the trunk of our rental car.

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Arrow is pointing to spruce tip, our favorite

For noms, we had seared scallops with fancy mashed taters and some of the best, freshest fish tacos I’ve ever eaten:

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Ed’s been to this plate, which is why it is half empty

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After we ate, we drove back to the city and that was that.  Two snaps up!

And Juicy if you’re reading this…

1) I have not seen the Cambridge turkey in a REALLY long time.  So long that I’m wondering if there even is a Cambridge turkey anymore.

2) Last week, a 1980 HBS-alum-turned-hedge-fund-magnate donated $400M to the Harvard School of Engineering and Applied Sciences (SEAS).  That is the largest donation in Harvard’s history.  The fact that this guy has $400M to donate at one time speaks to the volume of his overall wealth – which happens to be $11.2B.  And I have a hard time ponying up my $5 charity donation in order to participate in casual Friday at work!  SEAS was only established in 2007, so it’s a fledgling program and not very well known.  When I first heard about this, I was like, “Why don’t you just cure cancer instead?” but after discussing it with my boss (also HBS alum – no donations), we figure he probably wanted to kill two birds with one stone and position Harvard to develop a world-class engineering school to compete with MIT, and make sure the kids who get an education there eventually do end up curing cancer.

3) Ed turned 27 on June 3rd; he is officially in his Late Twenties!  He’s not thrilled at all about it, but I am.  To celebrate, I’m taking him to a Florida Georgia Line concert in September (they’re a country band), and we’ll be using Airbnb for the first time ever.  I got us a room in some guy named John’s house right on a lake so we can kayak and paddle board around the morning after the concert.

4) I read in Cambridge’s monthly newsletter that people of my generation are referred to (I’m not sure by whom) “Digital Immigrants” and people of my future nephew Atlas’s generation are “Digital Natives.”  I guess that’s accurate?  The article also mentioned that the incoming generation Z will be the smartest generation ever, and proved it by saying Harvard University accepted a record low of applicants for the class of 2019 – only 5.3 percent of 37,305 applications.  Ed said it’s a good thing HBS accepted 10% of applications, as that’s the only way he was able to sneak in.

5) I’m going to my cousin’s wedding in Minnesota this weekend and can’t WAIT!  JUICY GET READY


Boston Based, Boise Bound

<stands up>  Hello my name is Emily and this is my blog that I’ve neglected for the past seven months.

My last post was a thorough and detailed recounting of Ed’s and my first week at HBS; it is now June and our first year at HBS is over.  I realize now that I had very high and unattainable blogging hopes last fall.  Reality has since introduced itself to me and I’ve learned that it is very difficult to be an involved partner at HBS, a top-notch girlfriend, a full-time employee and an up-and-coming blogger all at one time.  So, no blogs.

However!  I have found true Japanese mind feng shui in the past few weeks and my blogging hopes have returned.  Are they unattainable again?  No one knows yet, it’s like living on the edge!  The only thing I do know is that Ed is in Boise for what feels like years and I have extra time to kill and watching Dateline is definitely not a good way to use it.

I guess we’ll reacquaint ourselves with the basics: I am living in our same Harvard housing apartment this summer and Ed moved to Boise, ID on Sunday, May 24th.  He’ll be there until mid-August working at Albertsons on the Albertsons-Safeway merger.  I will consult with Ed about what that means exactly and give a laymen synopsis at a future date.  Need-to-know facts: Albertsons and Safeway are grocery stores and Ed is a VIP intern at their headquarters.  Headquarters has a full-size tree indoors.

When we first learned that Boise was the location of this internship, we pictured something remote, something a little desolate, something full of potatoes, something like this:

Now, that’s not a bad view, but it’s not fair to Idaho.  Our ignorance of the state before Ed’s move was vast,  much like the vista above.  My prior judgements of Idaho now feel like others’ judgements of Minnesota when I first arrived in Chicago for college.  I remember being asked “are there real buildings in Minnesota?” and “is it just moose and pine trees there, or what?”  I thought they were losers for asking those things but just look at that photo above.  What do I know!  As it turns out, Boise is actually like this:


That’s downtown Boise, a thriving, outdoorsy city nestled in what the locals call “the foothills.”  The two things non-residents seem to know most about Boise is that 1) Boise State has a football field with artificial blue turf called Albertsons Stadium and 2) Sun Valley is absolutely beautiful, which is a ski town that is not near Boise at all but is still in Idaho.  So really, people only know one fact about Boise and one fact about another town in Idaho.  One other thing: despite Ed seeing a young male get arrested right in front of his apartment this past weekend (underage drinking manhunt turned successful), in 2006, Farmer’s Insurance ranked Boise as the #1 most secure place to live.  How great!

Here is a picture of the exterior of Ed’s apartment:

1202 Oakland Ave

He’s renting the studio apartment above an elderly woman’s detached garage, and that is his private staircase to heaven.  The two car garage underneath it is all his, in which he parks his silver company car.  In the remaining car stall, he likes to sit with a Coors Summer Brew and watch the neighborhood activity unfold (there is little).  Sometimes he switches it up and sits on that front porch in front of the top door.  The only character in the neighborhood of note so far besides the fellow who got arrested, is the guy who lives directly across from Ed – he’s a large Hawaiian man who wears a do-rag, name currently unknown.

Last week the Blackhawks were playing and Ed doesn’t have a TV so he wanted to go to the local bar and watch the game.  Prior to leaving, he called Crickets (the bar), and made sure they were willing to play the Hawks on one of their TVs.  The bartender answered and said no problem, come on down.  Ed journeyed the three blocks and watched the game in the company of the bartender, as he was the only patron in the bar the entire time he was there.  Shortly into the game the bartender told Ed that if he wanted another Coors, just come outside to the alley and let him know, he was gonna go hang out with a buddy back there.  Guess who that buddy was?  The Hawaiian do-rag-wearing neighbor.

And because I can’t be left out, here are two sunsets Ed and I were #blessed with before he left for Boise:


Snapchat translation: Sunset on the banks of the Charles River


Sunset off of our balcony, overlooking Harvard Square

For cute!






Our First Week at HBS, A Photo Series, Part I

HI HI HI!  Long time no blogs again, but hey.  I have found myself regularly being swept away, living life and yolo-ing, instead of blogging.  Which is why Ed’s and my first week at HBS is coming in hot and four weeks behind schedule.  I had to go back through my photos to remember what we even did, so this post will be led by the pics and snaps I took during those first days, instead of my ironclad memory.

Let’s start things off with a selfie of two people who have zero clue about anything:


Don’t we look fresh and excited?!  I will remember this photo as “Before” two years from now.  That’s the Bloomberg library behind us as we gave ourselves a little self-guided tour around campus.


This here is Spangler Hall, the hub of HBS.  It’s where the main cafeteria is, the business center (which charges an OUTRAGEOUS $2.65 for a ONE PAGE SCAN.  I cannot even TELL YOU how incredulous I was when I got ONE PAGE scanned and had to USE MY VISA to pay for it), student’s mailboxes, a place called “The Coop” that sells overpriced Harvard merch, and this beautiful common room that people can study and network in:


Spangler is where Ed and I got our official HBS ID’s, check them out:


Snapchat translation: I’m an official HBS Partner – party!


I’m sorting through all my photos and I think there are enough exterior/architecture shots to make this Part I of a two-parter blog.  Are building pictures boring?  Whatevs, it’s the only way I can stay organized.

Here is the church steeple from our balcony (terrace, as the HBS Euros would say):


Omg, isn’t that GORG?!  Here let’s zoom in:


Does anyone else think that’s cool or is it just me because I see it in real life off my balcony terrace?  It’s very hunchback of Harvard.  One night we were enjoying ourselves al fresco, like this:


And along came this amazing storm (below) that no one saw because no one (MOM, DAD, SISSY, JOEY,  MOM #2) answered their ding-dang FaceTime.  It was majestic rolling in, and made us grateful that we lucked out with a penthouse fifth floor unit:


Want more of that hunchback of Harvard steeple?  Me too:


It’s the steeple of the church down the street from us (it’s Catholic, praise JESUS), and that is the view from our side of the street.  Ed and I have been to mass once together here, and it was lovely with an all-boy choir that those Lutherans don’t have.  Ed has gone solo to the Sunday service, which is an hour and 45 minutes long, and is why he goes solo.  Guess who else goes to church?  The neighborhood turkey!


Snapchat translation: Turkey goes to church, amen

See him in the bottom left?  Now that I no longer feel the need to take pictures of him (seventeen is enough, right?) I see people stop in the middle of traffic to get a good shot of this guy.  He just keeps on truckin’.

A little further down the way is the Harvard Community Garden and another New England-y steeple:


Snapchat translation: Harvard Community Garden – plant plant flower flower

Other side of the steeple from the road:


Walk towards the Charles river and you’ll get this view from the bridge:


There is a huge regatta rowing race when Sissy, Anne, Matt and Joey are here in two weeks, so I’ll post some better pics of the river then.  But this is basically what it looks like, only slightly better in person.  I feel lucky that I get to see the calm of the river and feel the neighborhood-ness of Cambridge, but also get to be downtown during the day and feel like a hip young professional.  Which I am.  Here is a shot of the city, looking towards the ocean:


I took this while waiting to be interviewed at a private equity firm.  It was high risk, as the next interviewer could have walked in at any time to see me snapping pics out their window, but it was also high reward.  (I didn’t get that job, but I did get this photo).  That green space you see on the left is the Boston Common – it’s like a Central Park.  There is a beautiful rose garden, a pond with swans, willow trees, plenty of benches to eat your froyo on, a merry-go-round that I’ve never seen working, and lots of grass and trees.  Beyond the buildings is the ocean where all of my favorite seafoods are waiting to be put in my clam chowda.  Behind the camera is the Charles river, then Cambridge, then HBS.

Here’s Eddie and I in the Boston Common, amongst the willow trees:


Also in the Common are street performers – balloon artists, Asian men playing an instrument that is basically a piece of wood with one string attached abut somehow it sounds like a symphony, and this guy:


Ed and I both agreed this gentleman reminded us remarkably of my cousin Dale Dean.  Similar in stature and facial features, clearly a collector of things, and a guy who probably has mooonshine to share with you.  If I knew how to upload a video to my blog, I would share 10 seconds of this guy really killing it.

Also of note regarding Boston buildings: they have crazy elevator call buttons.  I don’t think these have hit Chicago yet (I sure haven’t seen them) so I had to stand in front of the keypad for a minute and think about what to do.  Here’s what you do: to call the elevator while in the lobby, you need to punch in your floor number on the giant keypad:


Then once you’re in the elevator all you see is this:


So if you mess up your floor, you’re totally screwed.  Even though I had correctly requested the right floor, I felt panicked, seeing that there were no extra buttons to push.  There are also these neat little TVs in all the elevators that show how miserable the weather is about to make you:

Snapchat translation: F**k my life, I feel exactly like this fireball emoji

Snapchat translation: F**k my life, I’m about to feel like this fireball emoji

 Those are my building pics from week one, so that wraps up that…and now it’s my bedtime.  Part II to follow with pictures of large groups of people you don’t know.  It’ll be great!

I’ll leave you with this headshot of a business student on his way to his very first class:


Serious.  Focused.  Professional.  Student.

Edward Patrick Kennedy III.