Six weeks into my recuperation from an Achilles rupture, I’m able to hobble a bit on the foot with the help of two crutches. I’m learning to glide on my three-wheel scooter, my bad leg up, my good leg propelling me.
On Friday I headed out with Kathy on the path between the Falmouth Library and Lawrence School. I rolled my scooter past what was once the cupola of Mullen-Hall School, when it was the town’s middle school (it’s now K-4), and past the playground replica of the submersible Alvin.
Through the fence, we could make out a tent, one of a dozen or so that have cropped up outside Falmouth schools to give students mask breaks and outdoor classes as they head back to school next Monday.
. But on the way home we caught a glimpse of the French bakery. Ah, memories of the good life. It will come again.