Parting comment, Boston 2

My last post made me think of something I want to share.

While eating at restaurant in Harvard Square where I ate on a long narrow table facing outward about 1.5 stories above street level, I conversed with a fellow long-narrow-table eater while we both 'people watched.'

We watched a woman literally run helter-skelter down the street and into the liquor store just across the street from where we sat. She quickly made her purchase and exited only to run back and turn on a side road into the Cambridge suburbs.

My eating companion said, "I wonder what made her do that?"

I know of one scenario for I've done the very same thing and I'm racking my brain to remember if it's the same liquor store.

My Boston true love's sister and brother-in-law lived in a 200 year old Cambridge home. I was to meet them for the first time at their house for dinner. I volunteered to bring the dinner's wine. Yes I forgot the wine and only recalled it sitting at the dining room table seated next to the room's open hearth slightly warmed by the one log fire. When I realized why we weren't drinking any alcohol, I jumped up and said the wine was out in the car. True love said by the incredibly short time he took to remember we came by subway not by car, I had already turned the corner on the way to the liquor store.

True love's brother-in-law now teaches at some mid-west university, otherwise I might have tried to find them the other night.