Tuesday night, we purchased "Born in the USA" and put on headbands after the baby was asleep and rocked out while drinking whiskey. This erupted into a jolly re-creation of the stage scene that Courtney Cox was in, in the video. That and just all around dancing and headbanging and being 100% pure American. Over and over again, we would replay our favorites and sing along at the top of our lungs together (stealing the lyric sheet back and forth). These are the things that make me happy about life. It's one of the reasons I married Sonny, that he & I and Benito on a budweiser buzz would rock out and dance to music in my apartment / and end up waltzing to the Beatles was just golden. I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT!
Ben Franklin was baptized in a building I touched.
"Is that really the real Samuel Adams, from the beer?"
"Yes, where did you think you were?"
"It's fricking cold out here, my eyeball juice is freezing man"
"Hancock too! In the purely drifted snow. I wonder if his bones are cold"
I snap a picture of the cemetary gates and the song is instantly stuck in my mind. Sonny eventually says "thanks alot" because the song is in the air now. Even though we haven't quite crossed an ocean, it really feels a lot like ancestors wisk about here.
A man with a heavy laden bicycle says to mention his name at the Bulfinch. Some thing about "Three cheers to Robert Stein, they stole my wallet and bought Cheers!" Well, the young'uns that worked there had no idea what I was talking about. (Cloudy budweiser at the back bar but great fish 'n' chips!)
Whiskey really helps in this type of weather, especially if your child has pulled a full glass of icewater onto your lap. I guess God made Boston on a wet Sunday.
Strolling past the Common...
The city reminds me of my Grandfather. You know, he was partly responsible for the invention of the orange cone?
