Well, that may or may not be accurate. Personally, I'm thinking not. Massachusetts has been the wheel within New England, and Boston the wheel within Massachusetts. Boston therefore is often called the "hub of the world," since it has been the source and fountain of the ideas that have reared and made America.
Author: Rev. F.B. Zinckle
But be that as it may, tomorrow is the day I jet off to Boston for a week. One week. Seven entire days. No husband. No kids. No offence meant. But boy, does that sound good!
For some unknown (at least to me) reason, I have wanted to visit Boston ever since I moved to the East Coast some 25 years ago. * Wait, I can't be that old.* Not quite sure why, just thought it would be cool. And that if a person was to be heading that way, they might as well check out Salem too.
So that is the plan. A hotel slightly out of Boston - much cheaper that way. Rent a car for a day to take a trip to Salem. Sight see. Swim in the hotel pool. Drink
Now what have I forgotten?
Wait, I know! Only the most important thing.
My good friend, Doorkeeper, is heading east from the wilds of Pennsylvania to meet me in Boston. Girls' week out! So that is cool. Veddy veddy cool.
And, as long as we're speaking of cool, the plan is also to meet up with Kris (of the infamous Kris of New England) and her hubby for a day of sight seeing. Having known Kris *only* through Lex for the past ... six years ... I always look forward to actually meeting internet friends. Where the virtual collides with the ... non-virtual.
Yeah, I know. I do need some sleep. But plenty of time for that on the plane.
Speaking of which (what which exactly were we speaking of again?) Doorkeeper, herself, was once upon a time an internet friend who I was honoured to meet some ... six years .... ago (wait, do I see a pattern here?) in California. Yep, definitely a pattern.
Okay, I will leave now. Before I subject you to any more of my twisted ramblings.
Wish me Bon voyage, will ya?