Boston day
May. 5th, 2002 10:39 pmDecided that I could be persuaded to depart the mountain of papers for a Boston morning. Driving to the South End, by chance went past the Cathedral of the Holy Cross, seat of the archdiocese. A truck was parked out front with a satellite dish as large as a house. This is not a good time to be a Catholic in Boston.
Breakfast at "Mul's Diner" on Broadway. Why "Mul's"? I don't know. But this is the first time the place has ever been open that we drove past. Then we took a spin through Little Italy, made our way to the Common, and in an unusual miracle found a parking space outside the State House. After a stroll through the Public Gardens, sat on the Common for a while with the New York Review of Books overlooking the Frog Pond. Lunch at some outdoor cafe on Charles Street. Met another Italian Greyhound, by the name of "Oz." Walked back to the car through the streets of Beacon Hill.
And then in an appropriate Boston ending, sat in 45 minutes of traffic being shunted around a citywide charity walk... and by the time we got home the car was making a new, non-brakes squealing noise that I'd never heard before...
But I am not letting anything detract from our Boston day. "You see, it's really not so bad here," I say to Mrs. S. She continues to demur.
Papers are sort of done. Back to writing and whatnot.
Breakfast at "Mul's Diner" on Broadway. Why "Mul's"? I don't know. But this is the first time the place has ever been open that we drove past. Then we took a spin through Little Italy, made our way to the Common, and in an unusual miracle found a parking space outside the State House. After a stroll through the Public Gardens, sat on the Common for a while with the New York Review of Books overlooking the Frog Pond. Lunch at some outdoor cafe on Charles Street. Met another Italian Greyhound, by the name of "Oz." Walked back to the car through the streets of Beacon Hill.
And then in an appropriate Boston ending, sat in 45 minutes of traffic being shunted around a citywide charity walk... and by the time we got home the car was making a new, non-brakes squealing noise that I'd never heard before...
But I am not letting anything detract from our Boston day. "You see, it's really not so bad here," I say to Mrs. S. She continues to demur.
Papers are sort of done. Back to writing and whatnot.
el cathedral de santa cruz, gringo
Date: 2002-05-06 03:45 pm (UTC)Re: el cathedral de santa cruz, gringo
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