Rodd and I have finally left the Midwestern plains for the twee quaintness of New England. Well, at least that’s what we thought we were doing. Instead we arrived in Boston to the marvelous sight of the “Big Dig” and the insanity of Beantown drivers. We’re having a good time though. We’re staying with my college roommate Eileen, who I haven’t seen in four years. Yesterday she took us up to the beach in Gloucester (which is apparently where The Perfect Storm was set). It’s like 90 degrees here and sunny, so it was a perfect day. Today the Snook and I are walking the Freedom Trail and checking out all the Revolutionary War sites. We’ve been through the State Building and we even saw Paul Revere’s grave. It’s hilarious because Rodd knows very little about the War of Independence, so he keeps asking me questions and demonstrating that I know very little about my own country’s history. But we’re learning now, right?
And hey, you Brits. The Snook and I will be landing in London this Thursday morning and we want to meet up with as many folks as possible. We’re thinking of having a little Netdeciders reunion Friday night either at the Suffolk Punch or at the Anchor down on the Thames. Let me know if you’ve got any other ideas or if you can’t make it. And please tell all the other ND folks that I’ve fallen out of contact with. Hope to see you soon!