Wednesday, February 15, 2017

The Pink Plastic Cup From Boston

In my life, I've had the good fortune to travel quite a bit. One of the cities I truly enjoyed spending time in was Boston. I went there with several other members of the Communications Club from my school, and I enjoyed exploring all of the city's historic sites with the head of our program and my fellow students, some of which had become good friends.

We were invited to tour the facilities at Boston University where we were treated very well. Afterwards, we all had lunch at a deli that was owned by an older couple. They had owned one in New York City for several years, and then had retired when their only child went off to college. She attended Boston University and told her parents that there was a real demand for someplace close to campus that could serve good food at good prices.

So, they sold their house and moved to Boston and opened another deli.

I know all this because the wife, who was a really warm and welcoming person, told us the story.

The food was excellent, and very reasonably priced.

Other places we went to included the Boston Aquarium, a bar just down the street from Fenway Park, and we also took two side trips to Salem. Salem is spooky at night, when the wind blows and you can very easily imagine being transported back in time to the days of the witch trials. In daylight, it's not nearly as dark and foreboding.

One other thing we did was all agree to go out someplace really nice. Some of us wanted to see a show featuring a so-called "dirty hypnotist". This had no appeal for me, and when we agreed to vote on what to do, I voted in favor of going to a comedy club. The vote went that way and so, we went to the comedy club.

The name of it was "Nick's Comedy Stop" and we saw three comedians that night. Two were very funny and one was a complete failure (her career in comedy did not last very long). I don't need to remember the name of the club because I kept the tall, pink plastic cup my drink was served in.  I rinsed it out in my hotel room and decided it would be something neat to keep my spare change in.

As I type this, I'm looking right at it. I've had it now for close to nineteen years and I'll probably keep it until the day I die. Every time I move, the cup moves with me. It's been placed carefully in a suitcase and it's been tossed haphazardly in a plastic shopping bag. But, no matter what the circumstances of the move, the cup comes with me.

Wishing you a good rest of the week, dear reader.

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