September 22, 2022
After a summer-and-a-half of triple digit days and nights, and ridiculous Guacamuggies (flatlanders call them Monsoons) it was a joy to head up into the White Mountains yesterday for a little cool air and relaxation.
(Photo by Mark Sublette)
Yes, we traveled to the land of the Big Hats.
One place we did not go, but I am dying to go back to is this hometown staple.
And, no, we didn't go to Chinatown where I am known to the street musicians as "The Big Fat Yankee Stage Hog."
And frankly, we didn't go here, either.
More clues tomorrow.
—New game in town