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Monday, May 5, 2014
A friend's son had some job opportunities come together in the Boston area at the same time a buddy needed a roommate. I got a call on the off chance I could help move the kid. Sure, why not?
It was a long day, but we made it happen. The van burned about 30 gallons of waste veggie oil for the trip. That could have been $120 in diesel as opposed to free veggie. That's one more factor in making the move possible. Nobody has much extra money these day.
Boston driving has never been my favorite thing: narrow roads, one way streets, and traffic signs that are only there to confuse visitors. All the drivers are survivors of a massive demolition derby and have no fear of death.
Later that evening, driving on rural roads, I had to slam on the brakes to avoid a deer. Talk about varied driving hazards. I got in around 1:30 a. m..
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.