Here’s me and Bernie having a beer at the new River Garden marketplace, run by the increasingly successful Whetstone brewery team. In some ways, I think the cardboard cutout version of the senator was better company than the man himself would have been … Less strident, and all I actually wanted to do was sit and have a beer.
Chuck, Susan, me. Three of the four Saturday night Bridge players reunited for early morning Prosecco.
A very happy grandpa Prov at Sunday dinner.
I got up the next morning, checked out of the Latchis, and went to the bank to empty out the safe deposit box before driving to Boston and catching a plane to North Carolina. Is it the end of the Brattleboro Adventure? Was owning real estate there a prerequisite for our participation in the community?
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