Sunday, January 22, 2012

Fresh Seafood on a Cold Night

After taking care of some chores Angie and I decide on seafood at a place that drives to Boston daily for the catch.  When will I learn not to get fried calamari?  I used to love it but don't digest the deep fried breading.  We both had the Fishermen's Platter and the "Bucket of Steamers" in the photo below.  Apparently, "bucket" wasn't a euphemism.
Here we are about to head to our vehicles.  From the grin on my face it's clear I'm still unaware that the engine light is about to come on in my truck.  I love the beast but it's killing me; it has cost me over $5500 in one year of repairs.  ONE YEAR.

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