As I write these brief words I am in a hotel in North Andover, MA waiting to go to breakfast and then head into Boston and spend time with my favorite daughter (okay, my only daughter) checking out the sights she has seen a number of times and that I have seen just a few.
Quincy Market. The Library. Faneuil Hall.
That and food.
I have been accused at various times of my life (and at work) of being a foodie. Now, what the absolutely definition of a foodie is escapes me (I supposed I’ll have to look it up as the tie breaker), but I am really just fond of eating. In fact, the biggest impediment to my enjoyment of tourist attractions is a local café. I can’t begin to explain how many vacations were interrupted by my inability to walk by a local eatery and examine, in great depth, the variety of consumables available.
Isn’t that just helping the local economy?
Who doesn’t like having another coffee (or tea)? Or a pastry? Or, in keeping with the holiday season, some hot chocolate?
I suppose the only other thing I should worry about is being late to a non-food related event since the incentive isn’t the same as wondering if donuts or eggs will be served. Eggs are definitely better, but if the eggs happen to be a super-enhanced version of Eggs Benedict called Fafo (which can only be tasted at Fari’s Diner in North Andover) then you have certainly slipped into a dimension where Eggs Benedict has changed independently of the chicken who laid the eggs which only confirms the truly random nature of evolution.
The coffee at the hotel is also quite good.
In short, all of the above is my way of saying, Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays to you all.
May all your days be merry and bright!
What will you feel?
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