The Black Dog

My grandmother Nonie used to live on Martha's Vineyard in Massachusetts. My papa and I went to visit her my senior year of high school when we took a trip out there for the Head of the Charles Regatta. It was a delightful trip and we stopped at the famous Black Dog Tavern and picked up a shirt for my mother (the red one, below). Somewhere along the way, my dad also picked up the spoof "Bad Dog" shirt (the blue one, below). My mother was not thrilled with the new shirt, despite it's beautiful blue color. I'm guessing that it was buried in a drawer for several years until it was relegated to the rag drawer. It then traveled down to us as a protective wrapper for some motorcycle parts that my dad sent down for Chris.

Now this is really appropriate!