Tales of Pho and Feta

Effie and I spent the weekend in the North Shore area of Boston.  This place comes recommended.

Effie and I agree: skip the clams and get the fried scallops.

Funny thing happens when you stop posting to your website.  It tends to get a mind of its own, and somehow becomes very susceptible to little kid hackery.  Maybe there’s some kind of spiritual connection between the weblog and my front lawn, because as my lawn lay fallow and unkempt, so did Tales (the cool guys abbreviate it Tales, or TP&F).

So I nuked the old version of WP, re-installed a fresh one, and because of my own stupidity (again), I’ll attempt to rebuild some of the older content.

To do:

1. Upload my pictures from the old gallery to PicasaWeb, where my new pictures currently reside.
2. Sift through three years of crappy posts to see if there’s anything worth keeping
3. Start posting again.