...All I Ever Wanted.

So...away we go to sunny Beantown.

We headed out yesterday morning around 11:30. The drive up was pretty uneventful. We come up thru Scranton and over. Hit a little rough patch in Hartford and then it was smooth sailing right into Newton. Then I decided to miss the exit.

We didn't really have to be anywhere on time so we headed down the road and felt our way in the back way. It was kinda cool, we saw a lot of beautiful homes. Another thing that is interesting up here is that they have these little parks and walking areas scattered around.

We pulled into the hotel and checked in. As we were pulling our luggage in, Deb's boss pulled in in the airport shuttle. When you own the company, you get to fly in.

We got settled in and went to the hotel bar. Steve, a food broker, was there and we had a drink with him and a light dinner. Then off to bed.

Today I got up and went to breakfast with Deb, Rob (her boss)and Steve. They've got a great buffet with an omelet chef and I pigged out royally. Deb headed out and I took a walk along the Charles River.

I spent the better part of the morning watching tv, working on this laptop for a client and RELAXING. Some would say that it's boring, but I had a really nice day just not HAVING to do anything to a deadline.

Deb came back and we headed out. We were gonna go to a mall we were at the last time, but she said we were headed in the wrong direction, so I turned around. Then she got the map out and realized I was right. (Boy, If I had a nickel for...) We got off the road and just started heading around the back roads. More great houses. I said that these places are the dictionary definition of quaint.

Rob had told her about a restaurant called the Wayside Inn. We finally stumbled onto it passed it and went to turn around. There was a beautiful reproduction of a grist mill and we got out and walked around it a bit. I have some pics and will post later. Then we headed to the restaurant.

It turns out that it's the inn referred to in Longfellow's "Tales from a Wayside Inn". We ate in a period accurate dining room. Right down to the computerized cash register. :) Great meal, which I didn't think would happen since they were heavy on the history part.

They have a collection of letters on display and the one was to the owner of the in from the leader of the town banning certain residents from the bar. Accusing them of being, well, slackers. My, how time doesn't change. The cool part was that it was written on my birthday exactly 200 years ago. I know there's a joke in there somewhere, but I'm too tired to find it.

We headed back without incident and I took a nappy. And now I'm listening to Leno and writing to you.

Cya