Wednesday: There once was a man from Pawtucket... (10/5/11).
...except that he wasn't. He was from western Providence. And I can't think of anything that rhymes with that. Joe probably knows several gritty limericks about Providence, but I don't. But a fabulous time was had by all at Cafe Italia tonight in Crystal City, with Jack and I chatting with a work friend who happened upon my blog somehow and has committed it to memory. Now I'm up to three readers (this does not include my husband....). :)