The family headed North to Boston for a great Bat Mitzvah celebration with Eytana and the rest of the family in early March. We had a chance to spend some time with Seth, Cynthia and his boys as well and generally had a grand time in New England.
We lost a great man on Sunday. My brother-in-law’s father, Chuck Sagan, passed away suddenly as he and his wife and a large group of friends were returning from a holiday cruise in Ft. Lauderdale.
Chuck was such a sweet man – a classic Bostonian – and a true gentleman. I remember meeting him at my future father-in-law’s surprise 70th birthday party when I was just meeting the extended family I would eventually marry into, and loved him from that moment on. Talking Red Sox – or Patriots – or golf – Chuck had a thousand opinions on these topics! And the sense of family he represented to the Sagan clan was remarkable. Living in the same area as both his children – and his four grandchildren – Chuck had a tremendous impact on their lives in ways atypical in today’s culture.
I will think back to his grandson Austin’s bar mitzvah this past Fall and remember him (as pictured above) providing a blessing before the Shabbat meal with his wife and soulmate Phyllis. His life was a blessing, and he is already missed, terribly, by all those he touched in Swampscott, Boston and beyond.
We headed to Boston on Friday to attend a family Bar Mitzvah, and managed to spend time with lots of family, imbibe a fair amount of seafood, pick a slew of apples (good for Rosh Hashannah next week) and have a generally great time. See the slideshow above.
With a long meeting scheduled in Boston on a Friday a few weeks back, and an invite to watch my Red Sox from a luxury box (gorgeous sunset pictured above), I headed back to my college stomping grounds for a long weekend. I hung out with Seth and the boys for the weekend, too, so we had many adventures around town.
Here’s one of my fave photos from the trip – a tidepool on Cape Anne with this beautiful red tone contrasting with the green seaweed and the snail. One of my fondest memories of my college days was venturing up to Rockport to check it out, then wandering somewhat randomly around the area, trying to find a way down to what looked like a gorgeous rocky beach. I happened upon a cemetery with a road leading back to a dense treeline near the ocean, then finding a path through the forest. After a five-minute trek through the trees, the vista that opened up was amazing – a rocky shore for as far as the eye could see, with amazing tidepools, crashing waves, and a most unusual western-facing view across open water – atypical on this coast, anyway.
Caleb looks out as a storm rolls into Cape Anne. We were running back through the trees to our car moments after this shot as lightning and thunder – and a heavy rainstorm – blew through minutes later.