"WE'RE JUST ANOTHER BAND OUT OF BOSTON..."
For the second day in a row we had to beat a hasty exit from the Econolodge where we were staying. It seems that the bartenders from last night had to cover the cost of the charges we put on the the bogus credit card and they were waiting for us in the lobby with their friends. We circled out the back and rode the Harley through some farmer's corn field picking up highway 44 north and out of town. As it turns out, we picked the perfect road to have a musical tour of the 60's and 70's.
Remember the incredibly talented band, "the Monkees?" Well, it was Sunday and we drove right through Pleasant Valley, New York enjoying, "...another Pleasant Valley Sunday..." Next we cut through the northeast corner of Connecticut and into the town of Stockbridge, Massachusetts. This is where Arlo Guthrie sang about "Alice's Restaraunt." We didn't eat there, but at McDonald's we sang the words to the song, "...you can get anything you want at Alice's McDonalds..."
Directly north of Stockbridge we hit the Massachusetts Turnpike and raced east like a kangaroo with his tail on fire. Where were we going in such a hurry? BOSTON of course, and also to visit our GREAT friends Bob & Marie. We figured they'd be good for at least a few nights free room and board and of course we planned on raiding their beer cooler once they'd gone to bed. When we got there we found out that Bob had locked up the beer, put their dog in a cage and sent their kids to stay with neighbors. As it turns out, since the the last time we saw them, Bob got his GED and can read now so he's been following us on the web. He figured isolation was the only way to save his family, but we're here for at least two more days so we'll see who wins this test of wills!
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday - unitil we got there! Downtown Stockbridge, MA. No Alice anywhere!
We didn't know you had to pay! Bob looks tough, but we'll see who drinks the last beer!
Remember the incredibly talented band, "the Monkees?" Well, it was Sunday and we drove right through Pleasant Valley, New York enjoying, "...another Pleasant Valley Sunday..." Next we cut through the northeast corner of Connecticut and into the town of Stockbridge, Massachusetts. This is where Arlo Guthrie sang about "Alice's Restaraunt." We didn't eat there, but at McDonald's we sang the words to the song, "...you can get anything you want at Alice's McDonalds..."
Directly north of Stockbridge we hit the Massachusetts Turnpike and raced east like a kangaroo with his tail on fire. Where were we going in such a hurry? BOSTON of course, and also to visit our GREAT friends Bob & Marie. We figured they'd be good for at least a few nights free room and board and of course we planned on raiding their beer cooler once they'd gone to bed. When we got there we found out that Bob had locked up the beer, put their dog in a cage and sent their kids to stay with neighbors. As it turns out, since the the last time we saw them, Bob got his GED and can read now so he's been following us on the web. He figured isolation was the only way to save his family, but we're here for at least two more days so we'll see who wins this test of wills!
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday - unitil we got there! Downtown Stockbridge, MA. No Alice anywhere!
We didn't know you had to pay! Bob looks tough, but we'll see who drinks the last beer!
Dudes, Bob looks tough. Not as tough as the bounty hunters that came around asking questions about the two of you, though. Apparently all the 'friends' you've stayed with have banded together to put a price on your heads. Watch your back. And Stacy's front
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Stephanie-SSSSHHHHH-don't give away all of our secrets, the bounty hunters, National Guard, Navy, Air Force, Homeland Security, Boy Scouts, Cub Scouts, Girl Scouts, Neighborhood Watch and Ray down on the corner are all out looking for these two. If Bob can give them enough free beer then they won't be as sharp (are they ever) and they should be caught before they make their next getaway! Bob if you need to, tie a beer to a stick and tape it to the front of the Harley. Kevin will follow it but never catch it thus saving your stash of beer.If all else fails, say the phrase "work for a living" three times while clicking your heels together and Kevin and Stacy will end up in Kansas. Good Luck!!!
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Yes, and like the wicked witch, pouring any non-alcoholic beverage down their throats will result in a pitiful, painful, steamy death. Just watch out for their flying monkeys...
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