Walking with the Gymgirl around Boston Commons
It was a bit later than either of us expected once we got to Boston. The cheesesteak and wings from earlier in the day didn’t really last us that long.
Me: We could do reservations at Legal Seafood…
Her: OK.
Me: …or we could get some food from their takeout and eat it on the way to a sushi joint.
Her: Oooh, let’s do that.
We ended up having some clam chowder at Copley Square near the Khalil Gibran Memorial. One of the these days, I’ll tell you about the poem that my brother sent to me once about parenthood. It’s stayed with me my entire life.
We ended up at a place called Wabora a few blocks away and ordered all the food.
It was probably too much but we were both hungry and I think that food on a trip doesn’t act in your body the same way as food at home.
We decided to walk off what we could and ended up going past a wall of sewing machines and I thought of Rain again.
Then we went into Boston Commons.
Her: I remember coming here during the wintertime over a layover. Everything was covered in snow. I was here by myself.
Me: That’s not the case this time.
Her: (laughs) No, no it’s not. It’s nice to have company.
Location: a black desk again, no bourbon
Mood: thoughtful
Music: been walking for a long time. I still don’t know where it goes
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