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Sixth 4th

I'm not going to say we're lifers, but this is our sixth 4th of July in Boston.

There's no place better to feel the promise of America and what those men did all those years ago than right here in the Cradle of Democracy.

Of course, when you've got a church friend with an amazing roof deck and you've got friend down the street with lobsters that your name's on, well it doesn't hurt the festivities...

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As & Bs.

Watched Moneyball this past weekend. Then, last night, skipped over to Fenway to see how the Oakland A's would fare against our Sox. They fared just fine. And it was cold and as misty as can be. We could see our breath and remember people, it was the first of May. We ain't in the South no more.

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Southern Hospitality.

We know some folks who've just moved up, within the last three months, from Durham to Boston. We know them 'cause I got no fewer than four phone calls from folks telling me to meet them, they are good folks, you better not let them come to town and not know anybody.  We were finally able to meet up with Sanders and Kate and have some dinner and we knew we'd found fast friends.

He's from Louisiana...

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5 Napkins.

Fridays ago, we were craving a burger.

Which worked out well, as there's a new burger joint in town called 5 Napkin. We'd seen them in Miami (there are 3 in NYC and 1 in ATL) and had brunch there and I noticed Pappy Van Winkle and course I'm going to go back to a place that has bottle of Pappy (amazing story about PVW here).

And we'd done a little searching and found out they had gluten free buns...

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Sweet Cheeks.

I'm going for the barbecue three-peat: Threemeat®

New Q joint opened in Boston, and I want to check it out badly. In an old bowling alley. Tables made out of old church doors All the spirits are American (!). Okay, almost all are. They made an exception for Tequila. I'll give them the pass.

Called Sweet Cheeks. I'm smiling just thinking about it.

Photos by Mike Diskin.

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When one door closes, another one is closed.

This mornings commute turned mutinous at Downtown Crossing: a 15 minute delay due to a medical emergency. Dozens of 'wicked pissed' Bostonians. Hundreds of school children. Thousands of Europeans coming here to trade their Euro for American goods.

No big deal. I'll walk. From here, to the office, is 15 minutes. And I can pass buy the bronze doors. One of my hidden gems of the city. Off a less than...

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