Its Good to be Back

Drat, Cam managed to post twice in a row. I thought we had a mutual agreement of laziness. Oh well. Coincidentally, I am also home for the week, and can attest to the frigidity of his mother and his house. (Although she made me dinner so I can't really complain).

Anyways, I flew home to Andover from Pittsburgh, and before we even left the tarmac it was like being home. A large bearded man clad in Boston paraphernalia strolled onto the flight just as I had sat down. He immediately sniffed around (detecting the aroma of McDonald's) and exclaimed "Alright, who's got the fries? I'm wicked hungry!"

I chuckled to myself, reveling in the pure Massachusetts air this man gave off. In a mood of benevolence I called to him "I don't have any fries but I've got some pop-tarts." He turned lightning quick (forcing the people around him to take seats they weren't planning on taking). "Strawberry?" He asked. "You know it," I called back. I tossed him the package, and through the grunts and tearing of plastic I could hear "Oh god yes, they're frosted."

*Sniff. Brought a tear to my eye. I missed you Massachusetts.