What do I possibly have to say about pants? Well I don't know either. I know I've come a long, long way in my life when it comes to the types of pants I wear most often and where I go to get them. When I was young, my Mom took me to a place called Maurice the Pants Man.
Read MoreA Quick Note on Rooms & Storage Bins
My world is full of neat and tidy boxes. All sorts of boxes that come in all sorts of different sizes. First there was my crib, a small room. I inevitably escaped only to find that I did not in fact escape. Instead, I was just in a larger room. My life went on, room by room, collecting them, entering different ones for different reasons, always feeling best when I'm not in any at all.
Read MoreWhat It's Like to Live in A World Full of Uber Drivers
I've never really had any horrible, never again, what the hell was that cab rides in Boston. For the most part my cab rides have been pretty simple. I get in cab, cab driver takes me to destination, I pay cab driver. I'm probably just lucky. I can even understand when a driver is talking, without breaks, for the entire ride, and will probably continue talking for the rest of the day. I imagine those cabbies never stop talking. They must eat, sleep, and work with that Bluetooth on every single day and become unbelievably distraught if it's ever removed by accident.
Read MoreA Few Strange Things that May Occur while Apple Picking
As a grown adult New Englander with no children it wasn't until I actually went apple picking that I realized that children are monsters and filling an entire apple orchard with hundreds, even thousands of them is one of the strangest and most horrible things that can happen.
Luckily for you I've prepared a list of guaranteed experiences that will occur when you go apple picking in New England.
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