When my mother was a child she would accompany her mother from their apartment building to
Biancardi's butcher shop. Mom used to tell me her memories of sawdust on the floor. My grandmother always referred to the shop as "Anna's" because the owner's wife was Anna. Many years later when I was a small child and we were living in New Hampshire, my
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I will have you know that I practically need to roll over to the T station afterward. lol!
Also, I have realized that getting to your place is not a bad commute on the T. I should bug you more hang out with you and Mr. Cake more often.
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I was really sorry to miss this so I could work all weekend, but now that I've seen pictures/read the reports, I am doubly sad I missed it!
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