It's more of a "here there be dragons" situationPeople from Boston think Worcester is Western Mass. Sorry, no
It's more of a "here there be dragons" situationPeople from Boston think Worcester is Western Mass. Sorry, no
People from Boston think Worcester is a shit hole anything west of that is cow countryPeople from Boston think Worcester is Western Mass. Sorry, no
People from Boston think Worcester is a shit hole anything west of that is cow country
I live in "Gillette Stadium"It's more of a "here there be dragons" situation
To prove how little the Boston-dominated State legislature knows about Western Mass, my father’s best friend George used to play a regular prank on them, as follows:
A friendly State Rep who was in on the joke would introduce an annual budget request (highway funding, etc.) for a fake town called Ripton, supposedly located somewhere west of Springfield... George had Town of Ripton stationery and calendars and even fly swatters printed up.
Every single time, the imaginary Ripton budget would get approved by the State politicians.
Then the Chairman of the Board of Selectmen of “Ripton” would issue a press release mocking them for not knowing anything about Western Mass.
They never learned. Next year, he’d do it again. Same result.
This finally came to an end after George got a little too adventurous and decided to try to extend Ripton’s reach.
He had read somewhere that the Department of Defense was having trouble siting some sort of transmission towers in Western Mass—nobody wanted them.
So George decided to volunteer the Town of Ripton. Ripton, its Chairman wrote on the stationery, would welcome this marvelous opportunity to serve the Nation. He added that he thought that the transmission towers could also provide suitable nesting space for the American Bald Eagle, which he said was making a comeback in Ripton.
Apparently a bunch of military brass got in a small convoy and headed out to scope out Ripton’s terrain. But of course they could not find it, spending the better part of a day driving around searching for Ripton.
They were not amused.
Eventually someone managed to track down George who professed to know nothing about it, even though the Ripton letters had been stamped using his office’s Pitney Bowes machine.
George denied any knowledge of the caper, and when confronted by a reporter about how the culprit used his postmark, George stammered, “Yes, yes, that’s the most distressing part of this whole thing...”
It so isPeople from Boston think Worcester is Western Mass. Sorry, no
Checks outTo prove how little the Boston-dominated State legislature knows about Western Mass, my father’s best friend George used to play a regular prank on them, as follows:
A friendly State Rep who was in on the joke would introduce an annual budget request (highway funding, etc.) for a fake town called Ripton, supposedly located somewhere west of Springfield... George had Town of Ripton stationery and calendars and even fly swatters printed up.
Every single time, the imaginary Ripton budget would get approved by the State politicians.
Then the Chairman of the Board of Selectmen of “Ripton” would issue a press release mocking them for not knowing anything about Western Mass.
They never learned. Next year, he’d do it again. Same result.
This finally came to an end after George got a little too adventurous and decided to try to extend Ripton’s reach.
He had read somewhere that the Department of Defense was having trouble siting some sort of transmission towers in Western Mass—nobody wanted them.
So George decided to volunteer the Town of Ripton. Ripton, its Chairman wrote on the stationery, would welcome this marvelous opportunity to serve the Nation. He added that he thought that the transmission towers could also provide suitable nesting space for the American Bald Eagle, which he said was making a comeback in Ripton.
Apparently a bunch of military brass got in a small convoy and headed out to scope out Ripton’s terrain. But of course they could not find it, spending the better part of a day driving around searching for Ripton.
They were not amused.
Eventually someone managed to track down George who professed to know nothing about it, even though the Ripton letters had been stamped using his office’s Pitney Bowes machine.
George denied any knowledge of the caper, and when confronted by a reporter about how the culprit used his postmark, George stammered, “Yes, yes, that’s the most distressing part of this whole thing...”
It's not?People from Boston think Worcester is Western Mass. Sorry, no
It's not?