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More pictures and cards of Egg Rock are posted at a North Shore Community College site on the Poetry of Places in Essex County. Elsewhere in Nahant, one resident has posted a sterling selection of vintage Howard Johnson's images, while another writes of the pleasures of summering in town. (A recurring fantasy while I am mowing the lawn in the summer heat is to live where the ocean is no more than five minutes' walk in any direction.)
Nahant is haunted by several ghosts, including that of a tragic lover whose plaintive wail evokes lost romance as well as a touch of the Marx Brothers:
Around the autumn of 1815, an Italian named Faustino rowed out to Egg Rock to pick some unusual flowers for his fiancee, Alice. However, a squall came up and Faustino drowned trying to return to shore. Alice's ghost can still be heard at the rocks of Nahant calling, "Faustino! Faustino!"
Meantime, living the Wicked Good Life a little way up the coast in New Hampshire is Ever So Humble, whose New England-flavored blog, sort of a mirabilis.nh, if you will, is well worth a visit (and whose discerning blurb accompanying a link here, posted at left, is happily received).