No Mean Feat
I have lived in Boston for exactly a year.
The Back Bay Lair has been totally fab.
But I have come to a decision:
I need an alternate Soft Play Area!
Right about here.
I’m looking at these three Playing Surface finalists.
They are tribal rugs from Afghanistan.
It’s the very least I can do.
Considering the immense frigging that the Evil Empire has given to that nation.
I went over to Mount Auburn again this week.
Where I have been so often in the past year.
To check on the foliage.
All the while I was in Maine, I didn’t see one of these.
But there he was, bold as can be.
It is still remarkably green over there.
Flowering Dogwood is among the first to change.
But in just a few weeks, the whole place will be on fire.
I will keep you updated.
I’ve been at the Athenaeum so often that they want to put me to work.
As a docent (guide).
No problem! I’ve been showing people around for quite a while.
I’ve also decided to serve as a Volunteer Reading Coach in some of Boston’s inner city schools.
For students in grades K-4. Should be lots of fun!
But there is another reason.
When my grandfathers came over from Italy, someone must have helped them with their reading.
So I am just trying to pay the family bill.
This will hardly make me a respectable member of society.
Hell, why would I want that?
But it will give me a greater sense of purpose.
As a citizen of this truly wonderful place.
I think my second year as an Improper Bostonian.
Will be even wilder than my first.
No mean feat.