Today I made a Pilgrimage to Scituate, the small New England Fishing Village where I grew up, on the South Shore of Massachusetts. Scituate has a long history when it comes to pilgrimages. The town was established by a group of Pilgrim settlers in 1639 as part of Plymouth County. The word "Scituate" is an Indian word which, literally translated, means "Cold Water" and, indeed, I used to think everyone here was "all wet." Today, however, I see things differently. The quaint harbor, the tree-lined streets, the history-everywhere-you-look all seem intoxicating. Scituate has changed very little over the years, except for what many consider to be the "appalling" addition of some Condos by the Harbor. What next ... a Starbucks?!?