Well, that made sense to me. See, I have a significant survival instinct.
She mentioned Charleston, SC, Myrtle Beach, SC, Savannah, GA.
I came back with Wilmington, NC and went down in flames instantly. So, I "thought about it." Which usually means "I forgot about it." Not this time. See, a couple of years ago, Sweetie had mentioned we should go to Boston one day. And somewhere in the dusty recesses of my mind, one romantic little gray matter cell sparked to life, and I said, "Hey, how about we go to Boston?"
Didn't need any closing techniques for that pitch.
She said, "Where do I sign up?" And we jetted off to Boston, MA. JetBlue, that is.
I had never been to Boston. I had been to Wellesley, and to Gloucester, MA, but not to Boston. Well, we fixed that. Boston Commons, Boston Public Garden, top of the Prudential Building, Duck Tour (yes, we did.) Boston Public Library, Old Granary Burial Grounds, Old South Meeting House, Faneuil Hall, USS Constitution, Parker House for Boston Cream Pie, 21st Amendment, Black Seed, The Marliave, Newbury Street, Boston Museum of Fine Arts, and various necessary etceteras. This was all in 4 days. And we got some extra sleep, too.
There was something special about walking up to say, "Hi," to Paul Revere, John Hancock, and their assorted pals.
The Red Sox were out of town, thank goodness. I don't know how much I would have been willing to pay to see a game at Fenway Park. But I am afraid it would have been a LOT! I took the wrong camera with me. I took the snapshooter, and it is a little less capable than my real estate camera. But, I got shots of some steps here and there.