Made the scene last night, "open mike" at the Mole's Eye Cafe. Afterwhich, we, Brotherman the Elder and I, lit up a coupla Cohibas and remarked as we strolled on how empty the winter streets of Brattleboro were at 12:30 in the a.m., a contrast with the teeming, to whom we would bump up at breakfastime.
I, like, totally dig this town.
Am now taking a moment from gathering up my belongings while Brotherman wraps his presents, this as we prepare to repair Downeast... and to the land of the lobstah!
Is glad tidings from New England to ye & yerz...
Ho ho ho... !
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