Just for the record yesterday was one of my favorite holidays in Massachusetts.
Patriot's Day is one of Boston's finest days, and we're usually right out there with the masses, celebrating in some way, shape or form. This year we were anticipating a parcel of pavement at about mile 19 on the Boston marathon course. Instead we hunkered down and concentrated on taking our proper doses of medicines and resting. Of course, little did we know that Enrique was harboring the germ-du-jour while he hosted most of his young men compadres for a sleep-over prior to rising in the middle of the night to attend the re-enactment of the battle at Lexington. I wonder how many of them have become unsuspecting carriers?
You're welcome, gentlemen.