EJ - remember your picture of the boat named “pantry dropper” with the two kids? One of them made it to 8th grade and we saw him with his father at Old Ebbit Gill, and again today in the street. Unfortunately I couldn’t get a picture either time. To set the scene yesterday: It was snowing / raining. The wait at OEG was 1.5 hours. But, self seating in the bar. Dad and son: matching white New Balance sneakers. Matching Red Sox caps. Matching “Sunday best” Adidas sweatpants. Matching toothpicks. Only the son has a black eye. “Are these booths considered the part of the bah?” “I’m sorry, no sir.” “Fuhck pops, I told you!”

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