Fran-ecdote

I was working at Fran's house today. I've told you about Fran. Anyway, the status is quo, I'm filing away old newspapers and other stuff from years ago, and all of a sudden, she says to me:

"I'm thinking about buying a Vespa."

This is my plea to all the Vespa dealers of Boston: please do not sell a Vespa to an eighty-two-year-old woman. This will only end in tears.

In other news, I ate at the UBurger that just (FINALLY!) opened up by Boston Common. The guy at the counter started speaking Spanish to me; apparently I have that kind of face. But the burger was delightful.