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coming to you cordless

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

14 Aug 2006 — 1 min read

Most Monday mornings, Ginger and I get to take our time eating breakfast and then I come up to my trusty old iMac to write. Two things are different today. Due to some staff changes at the Red Lion Inn, I'm working today so Robert can get his day off. He's been so good about negociating my schedule that I'm happy to return the favor.

The second thing is I'm taking a step up in the computer world. Thanks to the Tax Free Weekend here in Massachusetts, I'm the proud owner of a new MacBook, which means the blog will become a bit more mobile. It also means, thanks to one of my neigbbors that I have a free wireless connection in my house. I'll be "coming to you cordless." (Extra points for anyone who can tell me what movie that comes from.)

I will also have more to say a bit later. For now, I'm off to the kitchen to cook for whoever wanders in on yet another absolutely beautiful New England summer day.

Peace, Milton

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