At a picnic yesterday, lobsters steamed over hot rocks on the Powell beach, a wheelbarrow ladened with corn, potatoes, kielbasa and seaweed, someone asked where Judd was. I said I didn't know. But if his phone was on, I could find him. His phone wasn't on, but I get an alert when it HAS been found. It doesn't say if he's snake-bit or conscious or not, or who is holding his phone, just that's it's turned on and where it is. His phoned turned up last evening at 8:09, about a centimeter from Pinkham Notch.
