Like gluttons for punishment, we drive back into the Boston area metroplex (specifically, Brookline), but not for any baseball game or horse racing. Oh no. This time we return to visit the Museum of Bad Art. The Museum has a mission, but rather than having me explain it to you I will quote from their website: "Since 1994, the Museum of Bad Art has been dedicated to bad art. It is only through the efforts of the worldwide Friends of MOBA that we have been able to carry out our mission: to bring the worst of art to the widest of audiences."
And that they have done. Here are a few examples:
Woman with iPod 
Faceoff
Green Goddess
On the way we passed through a nice college town, Medford, home to Tufts University. This is where we stopped to have some ice cream.
Random observation from Randy:
"I want illegal sweets. They're illegal because my doctor will kill me. I don't care; I spit on the Grim Reaper."
So we had ice cream, at J. Licks. Really, that's the name.
You can kind of read the sign.
Favorite Town Names:
Swampscott, MA
Ipswitch, MA
Favorite Sign:
Ahead
Now done with our Boston area extravaganza, we beat hell out of town and head north for Maine. It took us a lot longer than we thought because we kept driving in circles through the coastal Massachusetts resort town hell. Marblehead, Swampscott, etc. Nice little towns with oceanside condos, marinas, antique shops and absolutely no main roads.
Anyway, it didn't make any difference that we were late: the game was rained out! No Ocean Beach Guides A Ball tonight. I was going to post a picture of the field anyway, but there's nothing sadder than a rained-out ballpark. Except maybe the '69 Cubs. So I leave you with this:
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