That Saturday afternoon, after the sub museum, we rode out to Mystic again to check out this house that somebody torched. According to this article, a probationary firefighter was the culprit.
I haven’t heard the full story yet. Anyone else feel a slight Backdraft? While we are on the subject of cheesy 80′s/90′s movies…
We later had a pint at the Captain Daniel Packer Inn, where I proposed to Jen in 2004.
No, I didn’t propose in the bar.
Check out my dad slamming that Guinness. I later went over to Margarita’s, because I had heard they make their margs with honest-to-God real lime juice instead of sour mix. Indeed they do. Very tasty, strong, and expensive (top shelf marg was $12). When I was a kid this place was called Margaritaville until Jimmy Buffett sued them. He’s also suing this lady in Key West because of the name of her newspaper. Why don’t the Saturday Night Live folks sue him for LandShark Lager?