<p>Hayward’s in Nashua, now I remember. When I was there for the meeting I mentioned, I went out for a morning run, took a wrong turn, and somehow ended up in Massachusetts (must have been pretty close, since I’m not much of a distance runner). I was standing along the side of a country road trying to figure out the little trail map I had when a man in a pickup stopped and asked if I needed help and offered me a ride. I knew I would miss my ride from the hotel to Rivier and be late for work if I didn’t accept, and he seemed trustworthy enough–obviously a farmer from the things in the back of the pickup. But it just happened that a group of my colleagues was out on the terrace when he pulled up and dropped me off at the hotel a little before seven in the morning, and I was subjected to merciless teasing all day long about my “fling” with a New England farmer. Then we all went to Hayward’s after work and in walked my farmer friend with his family! We ended up meeting the wife and kids (very nice people) and we all had a great time and enjoyed the yummy ice cream. And having gone for an extra long run that morning, I felt perfectly justified in having two scoops.</p>