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plumtreeblossom

This morning, after brunch at Redbones, we went up to Canobie Lake Park, which was really fabulous. I forgot to bring my camera, so plumtreeblossom lent me hers, and I got a couple great pictures of her on the antique carousel (with a fully functional 1922 Wurlitzer organ), and a couple shots from the top of the comparably antique wooden rollercoaster, which I hope will come out OK since I was bouncing around and pretty much unable to aim the camera at the time. We had a delightful time with rides, games, food and snack, and each other’s company. A wonderful little micro-vacation less than an hours’ ride from Boston. We think we want to try to organize a Poly Boston outing up there sometime soon.

One slightly disturbing thing about our time there was that I had my first ever light beer, and my first ever Coors. What I wanted (on discovering their only beer choice was Coors Light) was water, but they didn’t serve water, and my other choices were sugary sodas.¹ So of the choices available to me, I took the one closest to water. I had a college roommate who said that Adolph Coors should be imprisoned for his politics and shot for his beer. It wasn’t that bad (I’d swap the punishments), but it wasn’t beer. However, that’s another experience that Saint Peter can hold against me when I’m at the Pearly Gates.