smilin' in Boston....many great nights with my 2 sons and wife...our tradition, first and last night at Hideaway for dinner...
A short story...my buddy, Harry, and his wife and son go with us to SB for vacation...she's a shopaholic....in fact, we almost don't make weight on our Tradewinds charter back to San Juan when we leave...anyways, they show up for dinner one night after we tell them about this great low-key place that all the locals go to named the Hideway...they show up for dinner...she throws a hissy fit..."I'm not eating at this dump"...and leaves...they're divorced...the kid gets mixed up in drugs..he's now better...
Morale of story...some people don't get it...SB or the magic...don't need to go to Eden Rock every night...or be on a multi-million $ boat...