Forget Grazr, I need a razor

I was determined to travel light on my weekend visit to Boston (hand luggage only) so security restrictions deemed it impossible to carry a razor blade with me. They do of course sell shaving equipment in Massachusetts but somehow it completely slipped my mind while I was there.

I might as well come clean about my dirty face because Jim Moore caught my two day stubble on video. I was too busy enjoying my Baby Back Ribs to protest. Don't ask me why they call them 'baby' - I couldn't eat half the dish. Redbones BBQ was every bit as good as Edward O'Connor had promised.  Of course The Burren is just across the road in Davis Square so I popped over to see if it was the real deal. My approach was met with the sound of the fiddle and two drunks taking a breather. Check!