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The Pilgrims Were HERE

I didn’t waste anytime ordering a Mayflower IPA made right here in Plymouth and poured in a Red Sox glass by a Jamacian native named Shireen.

Later, it was the first time Joe and I had a Bailey’s Colada that matched the first one we had on the island of St. Croix in 1988.

It was my first time doing kareokee in public and Tom Petty’s Last Dance with Mary Jane.

The Ranger at the Plymouth Rock verified that the Pilgrims did not stop in what is now known as Plymouth because they ran out of beer (mead),.

This is the a replica of the ship that my friends’ Jayn Avery and Diane Geissler came over in.

I lived in Plymouth for a short time in the ’70s, and so it was an emotional revist with this rememberance of Massasoit holding a peace pipe, which has always moved me.

We collected rocks on the beach and named them all Plymouth Rock.  before getting ready for my niece’s wedding the next town over.

Hotel perk.

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