You are indeed the lucky one. Newfoundland dogs can whip a drool up to the ceiling, shed enough hair to make 1000 small dog coats, and snore like a boatful of drunken sailors, but they are loyal, protective, loving and smart. Try finding all those qualities in a boy!
Tim, I too was reluctant to admit how much I hated the brewery market. I would have loved to go every Saturday, but I got tired of being stepped on, pushed forward, the claustrophobia, the endless maze of tiny rooms and corridors that reminded me of a rabbit warren, and so on. Every time I went, a headline popped, unbidden, into my mind: Tragedy at the Market as dozens are trampled while trying to escape (inferno, tidal wave, earthquake, you get the picture). I think I'm allowed to say that out loud now.
I love, love, love, the idea of a downtown farm market, letting the citybound folk get in touch with their food roots. And now, I love the thought of being able to stroll, chat, relax, interact, and enjoy the experience.
I do hope the Seaport Market will be able to provide that and prosper.
Lezlie, I've always admired your ability to provoke through your column. Whether I agreed or disagreed with what you wrote, I always read it because I knew it would evoke a reaction, and that is, after all, what we all want as writers.
You're awesomely awesome!
Tim, I was going to comment on this but you have summed it up better than I ever could. You're the cat's ass, and that's a good thing in my house.
WTF tag is right.
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I love, love, love, the idea of a downtown farm market, letting the citybound folk get in touch with their food roots. And now, I love the thought of being able to stroll, chat, relax, interact, and enjoy the experience.
I do hope the Seaport Market will be able to provide that and prosper.
You're awesomely awesome!
WTF tag is right.