4 July 2011
Southbound on the Northway, I tell Jack to send a text to Terry:
"We're drafting you."
I watch the back of her head until I see it turn down.
"When is it your turn to pull?"
Grinning, I pass their car and take the lead. In the rear view I see Gordon laughing.
At Route 90 we text each other goodbye.
Four or so hours later we arrive in Boston. I park the car in a garage, where we'll leave it until Thursday.
Chris meets us when she leaves work, which is, conveniently, about a block from our hotel. Jack and I are in Harvard Square by then, but she finds us with ease in the Coop.
At Newbury Comics we load up on cheap CDs. Anne and Greg have landed. Chris gets in touch with Andrew.
We meet for dinner at an Italian restaurant and go out for gelato afterwards.
Chris was one of my sophomore year roommates. Jack lived two floors down from us. Andrew was one of his roommates. We met Anne the year after that, and Greg fifteen years ago. Anne and Greg live in California, and the last time we saw them was over the New Years Eve holiday, Y2K, in Chicago. Anne and Greg are in Boston for a cruise that leaves on Saturday.
So here we are, wandering around the city for a few days. We thought the Botanical Garden in Boston Common would take a while, but it takes about five minutes.
Chris meets us and leads us through Downtown to the harbor, and up to the 14th floor of an office building, where there's an observation deck open to the public.
Chris has to get back to work. We walk towards the Institute of Contemporary Art, on the waterfront. We have to cross what must once have been a railroad bridge. Now it's a seedy-looking pedestrian walkway. On the water is a dilapidated shack. I can't get a good picture of it.
Let's see what I can do with the macro setting on this point-and-shoot.
Weird auditorium or classroom or something in the ICA:
OK, enough with all that. The big deal was Wednesday's trip to the Museum of Fine Arts for the Dale Chihuly exhibit. I'm just gonna shut up and let the glass do the talking. Enjoy.
Glass is laid out on the ceiling. It reflects on the walls:
In the gift shop, for a mere five or six grand:
The exhibit is called "Through the Looking Glass." See it if you can.
