We’d walked past it a couple of times, a simple storefront set back
from the street with a small porch, a glimpse of tables inside,
unassuming. The Key Lime Cafe. Full at lunch-time, we assumed it was
a Maryland version of a diner. We never even ventured up on to the
porch....
We walked across the road to Big Al’s Fish Store the first day
for lunch and had a fried clam sandwich, we had fancy hotel food at the
Perry Cabin and so much soft-shelled crab that Alan spent an afternoon
in bed.
We’d moved my son into his dorms at George Washington University in
D.C. three days before and driven to Chesapeake Bay to the small town
of St. Michael’s, Maryland (birthplace of Frederick Douglass) for a few
days of rest. It was hot and we were tired and the plantation style Inn
at Perry Cabin was a lovely place to rest.