Unlike our last trip five years ago, which was recounted in the gripping, eight-part series The Adventures of Bobby Sock and Friends, we did not include sock puppets in our entourage this time. (There was an evil, mind-reading bunny, but we’ll get to that later.) We didn’t go to Canada, either. So, for those of you expecting the typical tales of debauchery that accompany foreign travel (especially Canadian), I’m sorry. This is just a plain, old American vacation.
However, to make up for the lack of excitement, we made it twice as long! So, instead of cramming everything into one week, there’s two weeks of discovery associated with this journey. (Lucky for you, I’m getting old and can only remember about half of it.)
We’re still getting the photographic (and video) evidence put together, but they tell me that we had a great time, which included my sister-in-law’s XXth birthday, my 47th birthday, Independence Day, a Revolver reunion, a Fenway tour and more seafood than you can shake a stick at (which they really hate it when you do that).
Stay tuned to this exciting, thrice-yearly-updated blog for more.