A taste of what little I was able to see of Boston last week... this was probably taken just before I got really sick and collapsed into a hotel bed, calling down to the hotel front desk every twenty minutes and asking for the concierge to bring me guacamole.  

Years ago I was at a conference with a colleague and I was sitting in the hotel bar one night, watching him drink to excess to deal with the pressure of hosting a conference for over a thousand people. We had gotten to know the bartender, who was called Coach, and we started hanging out with him at night.  Out of nowhere, my workmate yells over to the bartender, "Hey, Coach, if I pass out, will you carry me up to my room?"

Coach nodded resolutely and said, "That's why this is a four star hotel, my friend."