Boston – 3

Just thought I’d add one more Boston note…

I decided to take a nap at 2:30. Woke at 6! Just an example of why we need a layover about once a week. Adventuring does take its toll.

Now it’s 8:30, and it is a BEAUTIFUL evening on Boston Harbor: warm and mild. It’s still twilight; the air is soft, the harbor is glassy, and there is a gorgeous 3/4 moon that is a soft peach color. (I hope you are all enjoying it!) Tour boats are ghosting past; I’m looking at the passengers, and they are looking back at me. I wonder what they’re thinking…

My playlist shuffle just surprised me with a couple of tunes I hadn’t heard in a long time: Pat Metheney’s “American Garage” and “The Ending of the Day” by Bonnie Raitt. Very nice.

Guinness is hiding in the shower because the evening cannon scared him, and I am – as usual – enjoying a cigar and too many glasses of Jemesons.

And now my speaker is playing “Motel Blues” by Louden Wainwright III. The anthem for every lonely traveler!

Looking ahead, our course is plotted, and the weather looks good.

And we are re-heating last night’s leftover pasta. Pathetic, really, but easy and good!

And now the playlist has offered up “Desperado” by Linda Ronstadt. What a great evening.

Now, as the evening darkens, the city lights are spectacular.

Yes, I’d like to have someone with me, but for a solitary old adventurer, this ain’t bad!

Love to all…