A big thanks to Boston for the jaw punching good time a week and more ago. An extra big thanks to all the people that came out to see me and tad bit more to folks like Marisa, Tori, and super couple Paudrey that housed me.
Eagle-eyed jerks may complain this picture was taken in Cambridge.
A.H. by leifnordberg
The first is that E line trains will never get you to Kenmore. You there, ignoring the signs and announcements about how to get to Fenway, you’re going to be late for that game.
The second is that everyone moving on September 1st is lost souls. Please also know that everyone is moving on September 1st. Every year.
September 1st is the day you realize that it doesn’t matter how much character the spiral staircase going up 4 flights to your new elevator-less Beacon Hill apartment brings to the yard. You are equal parts Sisyphus and the guy chasing Joseph Gordon-Levitt; you cannot win.
You should also be aware, that on this day, there are no more moving vans available anywhere in the first-world. And, if you and Doc Brown are lucky enough to get a U-Haul, the street-level Green Line wires are rumored to provide significant energy to get it up to 88 mph. This is important, as time travel is the only conceivable way to adhere to the ‘midnight move-out’ obligated by your expiring lease and the ‘late-morning, early afternoon move-in’ obligated by your new one.
If you don’t have to move, I suggest going down to Copley Station and watching all the folks not transferring.
