Tag Archives: Boston

Spooky sweet

For the past three days, the kitchen at my office has been overwhelmed by a strong aroma of molasses.
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No one has ‘fessed up to eating waffles or pancakes, or syrup in any of its forms, but the molasses smell remains.

Then I read that today is the anniversary of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919!

Now granted, it took place in Boston’s North End. And I’ve never thought of food as having a spirit life. But…

I’m pretty sure the molasses ghosts are in our kitchen.

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Friendly skies

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Believe it or not,  this is a gate at Boston Logan Airport.

Isn’t it festive?

Apparently a lot of cruises depart from this gate, and the airlines decided to have some fun with the decor. 

How human of them. How thoughtful. How fun for the kids who are accompanying their parents on the trip.

I think other airports and other airlines should follow suit. More than one person has stopped to look and take a picture.  It has put a smile on their faces too.

And smiles can be hard to come by during a long day of travel.

Somewhere in time

BBC has released the first image from the upcoming Sherlock special…or so they say.

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That picture is actually from Benedict Cumberbatch’s recent visit to Boston.

I’m pretty sure he was pointing me out to his co-star Martin Freeman, when I walked out of the train station.  Then we walked down Dartmouth Street together a couple of blocks before going our separate ways.

Memories.

It seems like only yesterday…but apparently was much longer. I mean, look at their clothes!

God — what was I wearing?

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It’s Friday night, and I am parked on the couch.

There’s no place I’d rather be.

nyc montageIt feels like I have spent the past two months on the road.

A week in Japan.

A long weekend in Kentucky.

Another week in Boston with Rory Dog.

Don’t get me wrong — I enjoyed all my trips, even the days and nights when I had to work. But I have missed my apartment and my adopted hometown.

When I moved to New York City eight years ago, I wanted to live in my favorite place to visit.

Time to play tourist right here at home!

A leg to stand on

I fell today on a Boston city sidewalk that was under construction.

sidewalk closedBoth sides were torn up, and only one side was closed to foot traffic. So pedestrians were walking through the debris on the other side.

Of course, I was the one who tripped and fell.

In a suit.

Wearing black pants.

A member of the crew immediately rushed over to make sure I was okay. I was more concerned about the state of my pants, so she returned lickety-split with water and towels. And when she realized I had cut and bruised one leg, she insisted on driving me to my class at BU.

She was thought I would sue the city.

That didn’t even cross my mind…until she told me the crew shouldn’t have torn up both sides of the walk at the same time. And they should have closed the sidewalk that everyone was walking on (and that I fell on). And she represented the city, and the crew didn’t always listen to her rules and regulations.

I don’t know — maybe my leg hurts more than I realize!

Friendly skies

Rory and I flew to Boston today.

Our flight was fairly uneventful, but then again, Rory didn’t spend any time in the cockpit.

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Deja view

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Isn’t this a lovely building?

I traveled almost five hours to see it…and it’s only ten blocks from my apartment.

You see, it was an epic Amtrak fail day — cancellations and delays of airport-like proportions.

After seeing two potential trains get delayed, then cancel (all due to a stuck drawbridge in Connecticut), I saw the writing on the wall:

The only way I was getting to Boston tonight was by bus.

Which I’m on now.  And which just drove through my neighborhood en route.

Well, isn’t that special.