Visitors from the North made for a weekend of epic proportions. It all began with a glorious concert, well documented by the besotted S.
The rest, I think, is self-explanatory.
Walking around.
Consumerism.
Merry-making.
Horizons were expanded for a few Bostonites.
Sunday was taken up with a bit of research/gorging: trekking to the farther reaches of Queens to try 3 Korean fried chicken restaurants in 3 hours.
Interesting posters one finds on the Long Island Railroad:
As for the chicken, it was anthropologically fascinating, and all yummy, but still not as good as the old favorite, Mad for Chicken (ne Bon Chon). Notice how D becomes increasingly saturated...but manages to hold it down (that time).
Well, the last one was NOT sampled.
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