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I think I managed to come out of a trip to Kittery, ME without too much financial damage. (I was there for the official celebration of an EXTREMELY unofficial holiday.) I came home with a pair of very loud SmartWool socks and some underwear and four new shirts and a small frying pan and more candy than is good for me.
I hate the Lowell train station when I'm in a hurry, because in order to get to the train you have to go up three flights of stairs and then down three flights of stairs. When you do this at 6:55 to try to get on the 7:00 train, while carrying all of the above plus a glass pie plate and two bottles of hard cider, you get there feeling geriatric. But at least I got there.
By popular acclaim, the My, How You've Grown Festival has been renamed the We Look Great (For Our Age) Festival. I wish somebody had gotten pictures of my grandfather and one of my grandmother's cousin's friends having a fencing match with their canes.
Who ordered snow before Halloween? Isn't that against the Geneva Convention?
I hate the Lowell train station when I'm in a hurry, because in order to get to the train you have to go up three flights of stairs and then down three flights of stairs. When you do this at 6:55 to try to get on the 7:00 train, while carrying all of the above plus a glass pie plate and two bottles of hard cider, you get there feeling geriatric. But at least I got there.
By popular acclaim, the My, How You've Grown Festival has been renamed the We Look Great (For Our Age) Festival. I wish somebody had gotten pictures of my grandfather and one of my grandmother's cousin's friends having a fencing match with their canes.
Who ordered snow before Halloween? Isn't that against the Geneva Convention?
