Mark and I were in Rockport, Massachusetts, for the wedding of longtime family friends.  There, we enjoyed many small world family and Jewish interactions which were profound in some ways and fun as well.  We:

• met the parents of a former boyfriend of a rabbinic student coming to our home at the end of the month,
• met another couple, parents of a former boyfriend of our daughter Avigail’s good friend,
• met a Jewish community leader coincidentally at the breakfast table at the B and B who was not attending the wedding,
• met a woman who communicated with our daughter through their work in Israel,
• met a colleague of Av’s EIE boyfriend,
• met the sister of a childhood friend, and
• visited with a very good friend now living in Boston.

However, all of these wonderful connections, the beautiful sea views, the balmy air contrasted with these kitschy and annoying chocolate aphorisms in several local stores: