Let's talk Bean Town. Not football-- just Bean Town. I love that city. I've been there several times because my Dad's office is based out of Boston. The History of that city and the Freedom Trail, gotta love the Freedom Trail, baby. You can see all these historical places like Paul Revere's house. That quote about "The British are coming, the British are coming!" should instead read "The Seminoles are coming, the SEMINOLES are coming!" Hahaha, good times.
Also, we gotta love a little clam chowder and lobster bisque. The food up in Boston is exquisite and "wicked" good...I think that's what they say up there at least. Fenway Park, I've never been to a game there, but it's definitely on Bucket LIst of things to do before I die. Sweet Caroline, bah bah bah. I definitely want to get to a game there, but we're in football season, so no can do on that one at this time.
I honestly don't know why it's called Bean Town, maybe Boston Baked Beans? I know that's a long shot, but I guess we'll never know. Maybe I'll just google that after class today.
But until next time, I need to come up with some kind of sign off or signature at the end. Any suggestions? I'm open to suggestions, so please write in with your comments.
Play on, playas.