Who remembers Room 222, the television series about a high school history teacher and his pals the guidance counselor, the principal, and the student teacher — who imparted 30-minute lessons of tolerance inside the Room 222 classroom?
Well, this post is not about tolerance. Because Bossy’s Room 222, in a hotel nestled in the Berkshires, was where your grandmother’s textiles went to die:
For better or worse, the conservative nature of the Western Massachusetts hotel didn’t stop Bossy from rolling up to the front desk like a Fly Girl reject:
Once situated in room 222, though, Bossy felt very at home. Her only decision was whether to watch TV, or watch TV.
Early the next morning Bossy was up and out for destinations east:
Specifically Bossy drove across the state to a small seaside village where Bossy was reunited with her far-flung Philadelphia council member Yellaphant, who relocated to the Boston-area and all of those nice Boston-area bars when she married a Boston-area husband:
Where were we? Chowder, bar, bar, wine hangover, morning bike ride — right! And then Bossy packed up her stuff and drove to Boston!
Once in Cambridge, Bossy met up with her burgeoning and very esteemed Boston council, including Bossy’s host fer christsake Chicky Chicky Baby, Daddy Scratches, Christine, Christina, another Christine, Ron, Meg, Sarah, Michelle, Margalit, Angela, Sierra, and the cameraperson blogger Erin, with a special shout out to Golden, Betsey, and Jeff!
And then early the next morning which was still dark as night, Bossy tackled the last of her long drives — this one nine hours — which delivered Bossy to her mom’s front porch, where she promptly dove head first into a cauldron of Beef Bourguignon. The end.