Cheesey at Cheers: the Beantown Send-Off
My last hours in Boston before I hop a flight back to London will be spent playing tourist.
I’m at the Cheers tourist trap in Boston’s Faneuil Hall. I’m surrounded by memories and merchandise. If I get drunk enough I will buy a t-shirt.
I’m drinking a delicious Sam Adam’s Boston Brick Red and eating a bowl of chilli. “You don’t miss yer water, ’til yer well runs dry”.
New England vs. Old England…no contest. Maybe I could delay my flight…
(Aerosmith’s, “Mama Kin”, just came on the tune box. Perfect)
