When the hotel called to say I had a parcel to pick up in the basement, I figured it was the tickets I’d ordered for our Chicago Trolley tour. I thought it odd they’d be considered a parcel, but 24 hours out from a marathon I’m trying not to waste any energy figuring out oddities.
So I was more than surprised to be handed a bubble-wrapped envelope (clearly not tickets) and then uber-surprised to see a certain Bolton, Mass. address on it 🙂
Love it love it love it! 🙂 Thanks so much, Tom!
– cj
