BosCon, or As I Would Prefer To Call It, “Best Day Ever”
BosCon, or as I Would Prefer to Call It, “Best Day Ever” Saturday, 2 pm: My soccer-mom SUV has magically turned into a 1967 black Chevy Impala (due mostly to the fact that I have removed my childrens’ booster seats) and my Supernatural playlist is pumping out of the speakers. Boston, here I come. It…