So here you can see what a wonderful place -- state of mind? -- is the area of Gloucester we call `Cappahosic.' By now I hope you are wondering what that middle photo shows. Excellent question. That's Cappahosic at rush hour. As you can see, there's very little traffic. But perhaps you've taken a closer look and said to yourself, "That ain't Cappahosic." You'd be right! It's Wyoming baby! I just threw that in there to keep you honest. What's amazing about that photo of Wyoming, besides the fact it appears there's nary a tree to be had for hundreds of miles around, is that it's a middle o' the day shot of a four-lane freeway and I can see three or maybe four cars if I squint real hard. Is that crazy or what? And no, it's not a freeway to nowhere that gets swallowed up by that enormous sky or those rugged, sagebrush-infested Wyoming canyons. It actually goes to Nebraska. So now that I think about it, maybe I-80 the other side of Green River really is a freeway to nowhere. Whatever it is, it ain't Cappahosic, I'll tell you that. And for that, Eli, Gabe, Abram (hidden behind Gabe), Madeline and Ezra, who is viewing his siblings fishing for shells from the safety of the nearby grass, are very thankful.