For what it’s worth, I don’t think the title of this post is a very good DKM song. But I digress.
I’m heading up for observation of the land where sports-fan self-pity survives even in the face of multiple championships. While it might be rare for an Irish-American to have gone this long without stopping through Massachusetts, I’d like to point out that my grandparents managed to go their entire lives without visiting Boston, and they rocked the Irish-immigrant thing just the same.
Baked beans for all and Happy President’s Day.