Spotted today on Columbus Avenue over the turnpike near Back Bay station.
Kerry brings us the amazing news (at least to those of us committed to the hermit's lifestyle) that you can now get Goldenstash bandanas and that they make excellent facial coverups in these days of Swine Flu Code Red OMFG We're All Going to Die:
What would Goldenstash do? Probably, buy a couple bottles of Cold Duck, invite some ladies over and wait for the apocolypse. I hope you do the same.
I wonder what I could get from my respirator, the one I still have one down in the basement from my Operation Replace Half a Wall in the Bathroom?
Jenny Frazier, meanwhile, tweets she is feeling bad for the intern at work today:
Her project? Tracking down local suppliers of surgical face masks for a group. They want 15,000 of em.
Bostonia Rantida spots the moustachioed one out by C Mart, which she raves about:
... The bean sprouts there kick ass and since the Super 88 on Essex closed for renovations, the C Mart on Washington Street is just PACKED all the time. ...
And yes, as I read her post, I thought about why I like Goldenstash but have grown tired of OBEY boy and his peasant women. It's because the 'stash isn't a calculated ploy to sell stuff, he isn't plastered over every last surface, he's local, and he looks like the kind of dude you'd want to party with, not some menancing person who'd just as soon break your legs.
... Going 'stash-spotting, I've learned, is a bit like looking for Easter eggs: you'll find him in the usual spots you'd expect, and then you'll find him in spots (and in poses, and with people) you'd never have expected. ...
On the Northern Avenue Bridge.
Goldenstash goes to the library.