45 - 3/23/11 - Marshside Storytime IX

Initial Impressions

Christopher Setterlund

45 – 3/23/11

Marshside Storytime IX – My Name Is Earl

            I realized as I am sharing these stories that they are all from the old school 'Animal House' Marsh days.  While they were definitely miles more fun than the current Marsh there still have been a couple classic stories.  One of which I will share with you now.

            Back in September when Cape Cod was threatened by Hurricane Earl we had all prepared to have an early day going home to avoid the storm.  Wrong.  Money talks.  However, before we got the word that we were staying open a few people took off for home, you know what they say about assuming, right?   One such guy was our (former) head chef who took off to Patriot Place. 

            The remaining three of us, myself, along with the one and only Rob Blake, and my father, Jack, had to come up with our specials.  With a hurricane in the area we figured it would be slow and thus gave ourselves a little leeway with what we listed.  One special that will never be duplicated, or probably run again, was the Hurricane Burger.

            What is a ‘Hurricane Burger,’ you ask?  Oh it’s not one thing specifically, what it was ended up being a test of how much our customers trusted us.  The Hurricane Burger ended up being whatever the hell we felt like making them.  No two were the same and we made it a sort of challenge to keep it that way.    

            Our choices for burgers began at the height of creativity.  We did a fried egg burger which is pretty self-explanatory.  There was a burger that used two grilled cheese sandwiches as a bun.  Funny thing was that it ended up being for a skinny girl who could not even finish half of it.  We then suggested that the girls tell us who was ordering so that we could construct an appropriate burger for them.

            Rob constructed some sliders for one person.  There was a pizza burger with marinara and mozzarella cheese.  There was a Philly Cheese Steak Burger with peppers onions and a boatload of American.  I believe that after about ten orders we ran out of ideas and thoroughly disappointed every customer that came after with ‘regular’ burgers.  I suggested an invisible burger with just a bun but that was considered ripping off the customer.  Oh well.

            We ended up not being busy on that day, but three quarters of the orders were for the now famous Hurricane Burger.  Oh yeah and the damn Hurricane ended up not even hitting the Cape.  Still it was a classic story from the new Marsh so all of you newbies can now feel included in my hugely popular Marshside Storytime.  Cheers!

33 - 2/17/2011

Initial Impressions

Christopher Setterlund

33 – 2/17/2011 – In My Footsteps Trip

         -->   Took a trip to Canton, Sharon, and Foxboro today.  200 total driving miles, $20 in gas.

            The first stop was the 700 foot Great Blue Hill and a foot or so of snow on the entire way up.  Sure, it was in the 50’s today but that did not melt much snow.  The entire hike up the mini-mountain was like the scene in Rocky IV with Stallone running up the mountain.  The view from the observatory at the top of Great Blue Hill was sick, the Boston skyline was visible although melting snow made a bit of fog.

            There was also a small collection of wildlife at the Blue Hills Trailside Museum.  The otter was so cute he was doing laps around the tank, flipping off the walls of the tank and swimming upside down.  The only downside was the pair of deer that spent the whole time licking each other, legs, asses, it was like animal porn.

            My shoes were soaked from the snow pretty quickly, I also ended up getting pretty busted up from the piles of heavily compacted snow.  Taking a few photos of the Canton Viaduct I sunk in the snow and I tell you hitting that packed snow was like smashing my shin on the front step.  It was worth it though, that viaduct is like something out of ancient Rome.

            There was some sort of black box in front of the Canton Town Hall.  I am trying to figure out what the hell it was.  Time capsule?  Sculpture?  Pointless or useless?  Maybe, it had some cool things carved into it though.

            Driving through Sharon, a back street neighborhood, I saw some white trash looking guy in a white-t and boxer shorts walking, blowing his nose all over the snow.  Then I saw him later leaving Walgreens and wanted a photo but he was looking.  Didn’t want snot blown on my windshield by that loser.

            Thought for a moment about hiking up the 300 foot Moose Hill in Sharon, but my ruined hip, knee, and shin told me to forget about it.  I found it odd that while walking through the deep snow it was only my right leg that sunk down in over and over.  What is that?  Does my left side weigh less?

            Went back to Borderland Park in Sharon/Easton.  I was able to skip the $2 fee to get in, it’s called ignoring the toll booth.  There was way too much mud thanks to it getting up near 60 by this time.  I did get to take some crazy shots of the Ames Mansion though.  Some workers in a truck stopped to watch me since I looked drunk stumbling in the snow, only the right leg sinking in of course.  Tried to explain this to an old couple walking by but they ignored me or pretended they were deaf.

            Foxboro started out as a total bust since the historic homes I was looking for were either not where they were supposed to be, or they were being lived in, and had no place for me to park to take a shot.  Can’t just stop in the middle of the road, well, usually.

            Going to Gillette Stadium and Patriot Place more than made up for it.  Ate at Five Guys for the first time and had my mind blown.  Having lunch in the shadow of Gillette was pretty bad ass.  Then I got to get pretty close to the field, some great shots.  I almost got in but the field worker chickened out.  Just needed 2 minutes but no, he was more worried about his precious job.

            I found this old school, Paine School, in Foxboro.  Behind it was this weird stone tower with stairs leading up to it.  No sign, no plaque to tell me what it is.  All I know is the railing leading up was wobbly and the stairs were covered with ice, horray.  I ended up with soaked shoes, socks, and the bottom foot of my pants again after blasting my heat to dry them.

            I stopped on the side of the road to shoot an historic home, no harm right?  Then I went to leave and ripped a huge patch thanks to the mud, car covered, yeah, doesn’t make me look too suspicious.

            Song of the Day – Hearts On Fire by John Cafferty.  From Rocky IV, I heard it in my head as I scaled Great Blue Hill, I did not shout ‘Drago!!’ at the top though.  Buy the mp3 here and go train!

            Quote of the Day – “Great view, huh?”  Field worker at Gillette Stadium to me as I drooled clinging to the gates only a hundred feet from the football field.  He would not let me in, said he’d get in trouble.   

            Photos of the Day:

Canton Viaduct

So close to the field at Gillette.

View of Boston from the top of Great Blue Hill.

What the hell is this tower?  Behind Paine School in Foxboro.