2007oct04. On re-consideration, the best part of my Boston trip was The Bodega (more pix). I am not in the market for fancy fly sneakers or hats, and I spent very little time in there, but the concept is so delightful I was giggling to myself for 15 minutes afterward. They could use a grumpy guy manhandling the cash register with his meaty fingers. “Get out of my store!” That sort of thing. I could put on some pounds.
