Boston

I am sitting at Logan Airport in Boston right now, sadly without the SK - he'll be occupied for the next week with various terrifying interviews for end-of-grad-school opportunities, and I have to get back to my students and my Good Karma. But naturally, what better time to blog than sitting in an airport, thinking about patronizing the nearest pub?

I find myself continually enchanted by Boston. I don't know if all those bricks emit some kind of intoxicating fumes, but I can walk through the city for hours, trying to recollect pieces of different stories, real and imagined, that took place among those bricks. The Age Of Innocence (by Edith Wharton) has a lovely few scenes in Boston on the common. 

Now, of course, there are other stories being told in Boston. There's a beautiful memorial to the victims of 9/11, the tail of which is shown below.

I am very curious to see what stories unfold in the coming year. 

Cheers - and happy New Year, my lovelies!

Daisy