N.S.C.

stands for No Sailing Content. Just a humorous true story with a picture to go with it. First the picture.



So we were driving down Comm Ave. just outside of Kenmore Square (me, Rosemary, Maggie - old friend from Drew, and her partner Barbara) when I saw this Huge Marmaduke-like great dane in a "new beetle" convertible. So I say to Rosemary (who is driving) "get next to them so I can take a picture!". So we are stopped at a red light and the dog is looking away so I go "Doggie! Doggie! Yoo Hoo!!!" so he will look over, and I snap the picture. Next thing I know, the driver rolls up the windows, and we are like "Huh?? Why'd he do that??"..

So off he goes and then emphatically throws us the middle finger.

Now we are really intrigued and start chasing him down Comm Ave. at which point he turns on the winshield washers and proceeds to drench himself and doggie. At which point we are busting a gut laughing. Next thing he puts the top up. Now he seems to be pulling over to park and we are alongside again and he rolls down the window and says ... "Get away from me you FREAKS!"

I swear everyone in Boston is nutty.