I’ve always wanted to go to a Ball. Darn it. I wish I had known!
My cousin Shari pointing the way to Authors ridge, as I geeked out about being there.
This is Ralph Waldo Emerson’s family site. His wife and daughter are on either side. There was an inscription on the back of his daughters grave stone that I struggled to see. But they had planted grass seed, and I didn’t want to hop the barrier to get a closer look.
I had some fun at a local tavern Friday night. The New England “charm” was on full display. My order went something like this:
Me: How are the Duck Tacos?
She: people like em.
Me: is the duck shredded or sliced?
She: I can read you the menu if you’d like.
Me: shredded, I will give them a try.
She: you want fries that?
Me: Fries with Tacos? When in Rome….why not?
She: this is Concord.
Me: I’m gonna need another glass of wine.