The poll for choosing this week’s Road Trip destination ended up in a tie: 2 votes for Plymouth, 2 votes for Woonsocket, and 2 votes for Pawtucket. Apparently nobody wants to go to Attleboro. That’s wise.
So, I gave the privilege of casting the tie-breaking vote to My Lovely Wife. She hemmed and hawed a bit, changed her mind a couple of times, but finally decided I should go to Pawtucket. And so it shall be!
Pawtucket is famous for two things: the Pawtucket Red Sox triple-A minor league baseball team and a dirty limerick. It just so happens that tomorrow the PawSox (as they are generally known) are playing the only at-home weekday daytime game of the season. However, I don’t want to spend an entire afternoon sitting around watching a baseball game. So I guess that means I’m going to have to track down that infamous Man From Pawtucket. He shouldn’t be TOO hard to find.
I had learned it as NAN-tucket.
Awaiting a fried clam tale to knock my socks off.
Oh…and a Coffee cabinet
I had learned it as NAN-tucket.
You tell it your way, I’ll tell it mine.
Oh, hell yes. I will consider the trip a total failure if I don’t score a coffee cabinet somewhere.