Little Boston

Boston, Boston, Boston...

Yes, Boston…that relatively small and utterly unimposing micropolis at the end of the great bay along the Northeastern edge of the contiguous Un-tied States…that not so hilly beacon of democracy and den of Democrats…the bastion of baked beans and inebriated baseball fans……there is nothing common in this wealth…you won’t hear many “r”s from anyone’s mouth. Tell your mum this isn't the South. All the guys are full of cheer and all the girls are....here. Have a brew or three...then bang a U-ee. But beware of the rotary…welcome all…welcome Paul. It's wicked, it's weird, it's wacked, but that's enough. We also invented Marshmallow fluff. It may not be all that lahge, but join us and get outta dodge. Or simply...dodge!
I didn't go to Hahvahd, but it is these people I will study...

Wicked Pissah...

Let's get to it...