Well, I awoke this morning and, despite my best efforts, my feet are blister free. No purple heart for my soles!
I strolled into the hotel restaurant to join the Farewell Brunch and found Christoper and Lee sipping coffee at the far end. I walked up to say hello, and Christopher said, "Hello Maurice. All the ladies over sixty are in love with you."
Dear God, what have I done...
That's it, no more dancing...today.
Many farewells. Lee and Christopher are off for Paris, and I'm off to "Bawstun" for the flight home. I stop off in Braintree to see Marc, and Alyssa pops in for lunch, so I get a final vsit. I return the CDs I borrowed to Marc, deliver the box of assorted booze from Chez Menkov and head for the airport.
Naturally, this trip wouldn't be complete if I didn't get turned around and half lost in Boston. I did. I'm outta here!