We spent our vacation in Boston on Beacon Hill, the native environment of the reclusive Boston Brahmins aka WASP. The "quaint" cobblestone and brick sidewalks proved no match for my crazy highend stroller. HA! Take that, Boston. Plus, we spent quality time at my BFF from grad school's play palace (condo in Cambridge), where there was an abundant supply of trains, cars and garbage trucks.
Above, Bo with the guy who saved his life, Dr. Puder.
Sorry, the title comes from our neighbor who had a broken bottle of scotch in his trunk, presumably potables and comestibles for watching the Bruins. "that's a hundred dollars of scotch!" he lamented, as he held up a dripping box and carried over to the garbage can.
