We took Peter back to the train in New Haven on Saturday. But as his visits are not too frequent, we will go out of our way to take him to Farnham’s in Essex for fried clams. This view from the parking lot always entices me. The clams were brilliant as usual.
I have no idea what was going on here.
As it was Friday and the Sox were home, we then drove to the Woodland T Station to take the Green Line into Fenway. We had just two tickets for Cris and Peter, so I stood on line at the “day of game” window and scored a standing room space on the Green Monster.
It was a beautiful night for baseball. I had never seen a game from the Monster before and it was a perfect place to watch the action.
I was standing beside two really nice guys from Huntsville, Alabama. We kept buying each other beer, and I think it was the first Miller Lite I have had in 30 years. Scott and Jim were both Sox fans; they knew the team really well, and were perfect companions for the evening. Baseball!