Chumming.Com Field Notes:  06.13-21.98 (16 days / 2486 miles)
 
Bogged Down in Beantown
and:
Busted in Brewster...
 
(Red) Like I said... we made it to Boston with a few hours to spare and soon met up with 2 of my brothers.  It was Saturday of the great flood and Boston was under 4 feet of water.  Streets were closed everywhere and abandoned vehicles could be found around every corner.  We checked into the Sonesta Hotel in Cambridge and set up bachelor central.  Details cannot be revealed but, for the most part, we spent the evening cruising the flooded city streets in a stretch limo for 10.  With a group of willing revelers, we hit bars and clubs from Harvard Square to the South End.  The city was a mess but we were able to keep the party rolling with a gaggle of unidentifiable airplane bottles, collected by my parents during 60 years of traveling the friendly skis. 

The next week was a blur of partying and getting down with the bridesmaids and groomsmen.  We found ourselves at the world famous Woodshed most evenings listening to the likes of Hennesey and Bobcat Furry and pleading for relief from the jukebox. 

I was parked at Sweetwater Forest in Brewster, MA and that is where the Clipper decided to stay.  It happened the night of the rehearsal dinner.  I was to meet everyone at the church and when I went to start my trusty steed, she would not run.  The battery was shot so I had to commandeer a ride to the church, arriving a half-hour late to the dismay of those in attendance.  I think rehearsals are more for the minister than for the wedding party but I kept quiet and we quickly learned the drill.  The next day I charged the battery and replaced a bunch of cables and wire and all was good... the Clipper was again ready for action. 

My souvenir from the week was a nasty respiratory infection imported from Denver by my brother.  It is still with me and must be kicked soon or it will surely result in my untimely demise. 
 
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