Ah Boston... we ate roast beef and seafood on the east side... paid homage to Robert McCloskey... walked Beacon Hill just after dusk during prime window peeking hours... ate a couple of slices from The Upper Crust (love that prosciutto) ... chased that with clam chowder and pistachio Italian ice. It was the kind of day MJ would have loved.
Rock on little brother, wherever you are.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Blame It On The Boogie
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