This first post is not a historical account recording when and where I met Chico. I will post that later. This is just a rambling narrative about my last adventure with Chico and his seeming tendency to have good luck no matter how dire his circumstances become. His recounting of some of the events in his past is a great source of entertainment to me, especially when we are sharing a Scotch or two. (perhaps only when we are doing so)

Anyway, he recently accompanied Ellen and me to Boston where we visited a few days with Peter and Bryan. Chico was never listed on anyone's "Best Dressed" list. He still had on the only clothes he owned when we met. Ellen had nagged me regularly about his need for some winter togs. I think she had in mind she would find some while in Boston. He had no luggage to carry nor declare and had no problems going through the security check. He was embarrassed a little at the probing search he received by a ham handed matron, but took it in stride, I think.

When we got to Boston, Ellen took Chico shopping, which is what we expected her to do.  He came back with warmer looking clothes, new shoes, new hat, sunglasses, etc.  (No Flask!!)  Next morning began moving day for Bryan and Peter from West Newton Street to Harrison Street.  They had rented a truck, and hired expert movers to carry and pack their stuff.  The movers were due at nine o'clock.  Chico is impatient about most everything, and went out to sit on the front steps and wait for the movers.