I normally wouldn’t bother with something like this, but the timing was just too good. As reported in the Boston Herald, a stretch of route 495 turned blood red yesterday, adding yet another hazard to daily gauntlet of Boston-area commuting. Like Marienhoff always used to say, “Blood will flow in streets like borscht!”
Plus, the cheap symbolism makes it easy to use as a lead-in for the corporate blog, and I never was much of a fan of Beaujolais Nouveau. (“Ah yes, but no more 1966. Lets splurge! Bring us some fresh wine! The freshest you’ve got – this year! No more of this old stuff.”)
So I’m leaving early (that means before sunset) today to get to Taste of the Nation, an excellent culinary charity event. I expect smooth sailing on the greentop.