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Whiskerino 2009

“Blurry” is the theme of the day. Thanks to my sometimes roomie Mr. Christopher Cox for his help. In the rain.

Set up shot for my peers’ perusal:

Using the Salinger spelling of that wonderfully evocative word.

Boston was all too brief, now a distant blur of excessive wine consumption at a tasting festival thrown by our friends at The Second Glass, chased with the innards of a giant champagne bottle the following morning during brunch at The Eastern Standard, “candle pin” bowling at Louie’s in Somerville, my good friend Ryan’s sad-eyed dog, and of course: some very, very delicious oysters.

Forget all the negativity you’ve heard about “The Mistake On the Lake” or the defamatory mythos including a certain river on fire because of the amount of industrial waste polluting it.  It’s all B.S., folks.  Things are great in Cleveland.

My friends Cory and Kathryn pulled out all the stops for me during my stay, Cleveland-style.  We ate satanically decadent grilled cheese sandwiches at Melt, took a tour of the Cleveland Museum of Art (where Cory works as a curator), ate awesome gyros at the West End Market, and raw fish at Sushi Rock (see :22 in the following video: all spurious lies, by the way).

I topped it off with a look at Bruce Springsteen bric-a-brac in a special exhibit at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (where Kathryn works).  Looking good, Cleveland.