Say hello to Sherman - our new roommate. We found him on the third floor of a store piled high with Victorian dressers and old filing cabinets. Who could resist his little lipstick red mouth or shredded legs? Perhaps he was working with a ventriloquist in Laos who stepped on a land mine?
Just kidding!! Sherman did not end up at 11 Atwood, tempting as he was.
We started the day with steamers overlooking the Essex River and spent the afternoon poking around antique/junk stores without finding any little treasures. I think I'm at the age where looking is 99% of the fun (1% is still wishing I had a little treasure).
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