The Tale of the Tug of War

Just about everyone who witnessed the aftermath of the Fluff tug of war and how much Fluff was coating the boys who fell into the tub of Fluff said, "Boy, the momma of those boys is gonna be mad."

So when, Stacey George, the momma in question sent an e-mail to the Union Square Main Streets office I was a little scared.

No worries though. She writes:

"I suppose some moms might have been put out by the whole thing, but I don't think they attend fluff fests in Somerville—not to generalize.

The kids have been raving to their friends about the experience all weekend. They even forgave me for making them strip down to their underwear before getting into my car. My son, Griffin, the taller of the boys, had bragged to his buddies that there would be burlesque girls. As Danny, the middle boy, peeled off his pants by the side of the road on Somerville Ave., he said to Griffin, "You told me there would be strippers—you didn't say they would be US!"

 

       -- Mimi Graney