I started the day with a run. Yes, that’s how sick and twisted I am, I go for runs on vacation. Lexington was great because it was flat, Albany started (and ended) with a hill that was longer and steeper than I thought so it was killer both up and down, this morning I was just slow which I’m going to blame on last night’s large Mexican dinner. And I still do my wind sprints, or as a neutral observer would describe them, dynamic lurches.

We rambled around Salem today, and then went for a scenic drive. They made it very clear, for miles, that there was no parking for rubberneckers, only residents. A nice Sunday afternoon and everyone was out. We really had not experienced how crowded the area is until today. Not to put a fine point on it, I don’t care for crowded.

The theme for this trip has been the very slow driver with his arm hanging out the window, one of whom we’ve encountered every day until today. Today’s was just slow all the time.

The taxman always gets his cut.  

Amazing to think how long the majority of government revenue was from import duties.
Someone had to wear their Blues Stanley Cup shirt in Boston. Or as it turned out, the greater Boston area. Erin and MBH in front of a lighthouse at the end of a very long wharf.
The House of Seven Gables. Now I have to read the book. Kind of like when I see a good movie, only I have no idea what it’s about.
A semi random house in Salem MA. It’s not completely random because it’s next to the House of Seven Gables. If you were a statistician you’d love that joke, if not you’ll hate it. That pretty much sums up my experience with statistics.
Not only did I not lean, I didn’t even think about leaning. And that’s the mark of a good sign.
They gave us peel off stickers to show we had paid admission. Somehow I managed to mess up peeling it off and sticking it to my shirt. And that’s all I’m going to say about that. But at least I’m wearing my Ireland T-Shirt in Boston.