... or maybe just a bit of craziness. We're flying across country today, going 2600 miles from San Diego to Boston, right into the teeth of an East Coast rainstorm to go to the Topsfield Fair to see Peter Tork and Shoe Suede Blues. Yes, that Peter Tork, the one who used to be in the Monkees. Here's some Shoe Suede Blues for you to enjoy while we fasten our safety belts for a bumpy landing in Boston.
We've been planning this trip for a while - my wife gave it to me as a birthday present. I've been watching the weather forecasts over the past week for this date in Topsfield and the forecast has gone from partly cloudy to showers to partly cloudy again to now, a 100% chance of rain. No matter how it turns out, we're going to have fun. After all, in Massachussetts, good seafood can be found rain or shine.
All the best travel stories have some amount of danger or catastrophe in them. This should be great.
2 comments:
Holy cow, that's . . . quite a fair. I've gotten used to the Houghton County Fair, where you can see everything in a couple of hours. As my wife puts it, "Going to the fair is like going back in time - to last year's fair!" Someday, I should take the family to one of the bigger fairs, so we can see what we've been missing.
Hey, the Topsfield Fair has a beekeeping building!
And "Robinson's Racing Pigs" sure looks like a don't-miss event!
Stay warm and dry.
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