Hank's Blog!

Summer after summer after summer, I have friends who venture down to the island of Nantucket to work, chill, live-it-up, etc… And time after time, I’ve been beckoned to come down for a taste of the fun. It’s relatively close to home (2 hr. drive to Hyannis + 1 hr. ferry ride), and they’ve always indicated that it is a total blast, yet for years I declined the invitations.

So, this past weekend, I finally went… And all I can say is, yesssssss.

My brotha’ from anotha’ motha’ (he is in fact born of the same motha’, I just like the saying) is living down there this summer, and naturally, I had to go.

The beaches are the greatest, the waves are huge, people are constantly getting barreled, there is fishing to be done, mega fun bike rides are a must, a lovely harbor town, the golf courses are fancy, there is mega nice food to be had, and a candy store, chicks live there, and the bar scene is pretty radical.

So if you desire to go… be sure to bring an extra sweater to wrap around your neck, (or a lacrosse jersey, it’s very bro-ish down there) and maybe tap into your savings account for some extra mula, cause it gets to be expensive. But let me tell you, so f’in worth it.

Thanks to all of you down there for being so kind to us, and showing us the best time ever. FYI, we’re coming back soon for more.

Muscles’ mansion gives 1010 a good run for it’s money.

Charlie and Luigi were there. Lu got buried.

Andrew was my wingman.

Pingree Reunion

Nobadeer Beach, a.k.a Brobadeer Beach

This is not Nantucket, but it’s Muscles and me and thereby it’s awesome.

Been a hot minute since I last posted anything… so here’s an ultra quick rundown of what I’ve been doing lately… Odd jobs for work, including: moving, painting, landscaping, assistant wedding photographer, swing-set destruction/removal, watering plants, babysitting, etc…

And then, I’ve been boating often, beaching often, eating lots of Nick’s roast beef, going to Calas, going to The Farm, playing a ton of NHL 2010, playing darts, road biking (thanks @K_kruse), men’s league hockey at Pingree, sorting through my old hockey cards (tens of thousands), getting chicks’ phone numbers, and that pretty much covers it… I’m going to Maine tomorrow for the weekend, so maybe I’ll even have another post by early next week… wouldn’t that be nice, @shay_will? Hope your summer is equally swell, and I miss my friends who are not in Hood-by-the-Sea, xoxo.

It’s been scorchin’ around here lately; temperatures have approached 95°F the past few days (gasp). And on these sticky-icky days, nobody fares worse than our furry four-legged friends.

I strolled out to the car yesterday morning when Keeper, who was kickin’ it in the driveway, looked up at me in despair… He cocked his head to the side, popped his tongue out of his mouth slightly to the side, and rolled his eyes at me as if to say, “this really blows, dude.” He mustered up some energy, between heavy breaths, and asked me, “Hank, can you please arrange a play-date for me and some other dogs at the beach? I’m desperate.”

So! I phoned The Chasman, and we agreed to take the pooches on-down to Graves Beach, where they frolicked, and swam, and explored, and marked territory, etc… And it was such a blast, in fact, that Colin, Cordelia and I rounded up a team of dogs again today and headed over to Lobster Cove for some more dog party-action. Looks as if this is going to become a regular activity around here…

Lobster Cove


Keeper says, “thanks for organizing this, Henrik!”


Finn and Till are, in fact, not related to one another.


They learned to swim just this week, and they’re already pros.


Bella is a retriever extraordinare.


It’s a dog party!

After completing the a2b program in May (eventual blog story to come) I became totally hooked-on-phonics-advertising. As such, I’ve been keeping tabs on the communications world, and have seen some pretty interesting ad campaigns as of late. Below are a couple that I felt were worth sharing… they certainly do things differently over across the Big Blue, and I say, power to ‘em.