Susan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s plane arrived right on time – 2:16 P M – and from Logan Susan publicly transported her way to the West Concord T stop, which is but feet from Concord Park. Maybe thirty seconds into her visit, Flo assaulted her with complaints about \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The Hole. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153 The glop they serve, the atrocious bingo, the lack of a bathtub (\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t live another month without a tub.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d) and the people. However, she did say she liked the coffee. And we thought Flo was a CP convert.<\/p>\n
Sadly, our plans to scurry to La Cantina for cheese quesadillas and, most importantly, margaritas with rocks and salt (they make the best) were scuttled. The town suspended the Cantina’s liquor license. We settled for near undrinkable margaritas (too sweet) at Scupper Jacks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Susan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s plane arrived right on time – 2:16 P M – and from Logan Susan publicly transported her way to the West Concord T stop, which is but feet from Concord Park. Maybe thirty seconds into her visit, Flo assaulted … Continue reading