In the 80's I was living in a town 15 minutes outside Boston, Massachusetts. Up the street from me was Bobby Watson. One day, I was sitting on the steps to my porch when he rode up on his scooter with another friend. "Why don't you take your boat back to China?" they asked me. I thought about it, kind of confused since that would be a damn far boat ride and said, "Oh yeah, my dad always talks about getting a boat, but I think we're only going to New Hampshire with it."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment