Years ago I was stationed in Boston MA. When my wife and I could afford it we'd take the kids up there and "Go on a date", to be honest my wife is more addicted to fishing than I am ( and brother, thats saying alot!
) she would ogle the "Panther Martin" isle like they were jewelery!
Well anyway, we'd stop at the roadside lobster stands on the way home and eat our fill for cheap. I'd look up in the rear view mirror to two snoring boys with lobster druil running out of their kissers all the way home.
Hmm, it sure is funny how just the mention of a place can bring back so many good memories
, its equally perplexing how being that poor could have been so much fun
....
Thanks for reminding me!