On August 17,
2016 we drove for
about 4 hours from Queens, NY to Greenfield, MA. It was supposed to be a shorter
drive but they were working on a lot of spots on I-91. We were picking up two of
my grandchildren who live with my daughter and her partner all the way at the
end of Vermont. My wife, who is the better driver, did an excellent job getting
us there almost as planned, an hour before they were meeting us. I have an
excellent bladder, but I still need to pee once in a while, so I suggested that
we stop in this pub that I noticed while we were looking for parking. She didn't
mind, so we ended up at Smitty's Pub. We had previously agreed that I
will drive back, so I decided not to have any hard liquor. I did get a pint of
some local brew that was not bad at all. On my way back from the john, I saw
this truism on the wall: Alcohol - Because no great story ever started with
someone eating a salad. Being the kind of guy that I am, I decided right
away that I will overturn that concept.
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