I’m sure everyone’s been breathlessly awaiting the report of my trip to Boston. Yeah, right. I actually haven’t that much to say. It was a perfectly lovely weekend. I stayed with most excellent company. I got to drink many pints at my favorite bar in the world while the Red Sox beat the trousers off the Yankees for the second night in a row. I didn’t really get to see the water but I think I got to see everything else. Had a painless plane ride, a pleasant train ride and got home at a not unreasonable hour.
I understand this was a weird weekend. I don’t think there was a full moon but some odd mojo was working everywhere I’ve heard of – there was no exception made for me.