Bruce and I joined my brother Dave and his wife Nancy at Logan Airport in Boston, we rented a car and headed north.
We set the GPS for Johnson Rd. in Falmouth Foreside and when we reached the ocean I knew we were in the right place. I remember playing there (near my grandfather's house) and searching for crabs in the rocks.
We retraced our steps on Johnson Rd. and found our grandfather's house. It didn't look quite as remembered, but that was 50 years ago. His wonderful flower gardens were gone.