If you were lucky enough to be in Provincetown at the end of July this year, maybe you witnessed the raising of the Library's 25-ton belfry.
A huge red crane, capable of lifting 45 tons, was secured on Commercial Street to do the job.
Scores of townsfolk turned out to see the raising, including locals Cynthia Bargar and her hubby Nick, who took the 8 am ferry from Boston just in time to hurry up and wait.
And wait. And wait. The belfry didn't move an inch until almost 2 pm. And it was a hot day!
Born in Rhode Island, I come from a long line of teachers, writers, and downright troublemakers of many nationalities including Irish, Polish, French-Canadian, English, and some Huron Indian ancestry sprinkled in for good measure. I was the valedictorian of my 8th grade class at the Knotty Oak School where in 4th grade I used to aim at windows with my little slingshot. New England is a spooky place; thus, my move to the Washington, DC, area, where I attended George Washington University in the late 1960s and lived in a group house at DuPont Circle often bombarded by teargas from local police trying to stop us and our compatriots from protesting the war in Vietnam.