Wednesday, July 6, 2011
To The Man Airborne: Toad Haul
As a very hot evening in Boston settled itself in, I was able to host a charming gent named Toad, who was fresh off a jet from Mayberry. He was engaging in some particularly heroic father's duty and had a spare evening to trot around the city in full-steam indulgence. Being that there are few thing which I enjoy more than exactly that, we made a fantastic evening of it. I was especially honored when he appeared in a long tie (for the first time in a decade, he told me) for our evening of booze, restaurants, and cigars. Giving up this trademark bow-tie for his visit, he charmed Bostonians throughout Back Bay as we hopped from one air-conditioned establishment to another. I trotted out a pink jacket for the occasion, and he was handsomely tailored in a light summer linen.
He drinks like a man, talks like a friend, and treats you like family. I was happy to help him kick off his tour of the Eastern Corridor before his trip home. Safe travels, Toad.