Funny how you never know what you're going to see in the city. Yesterday, at the Park Street station, I saw a man shaped like a box. His right arm was longer than his left, and his frame was short and square, with his neck stuffed somewhere into his body so that his head met his shoulder at a right angle. He stood with a perpetual shrug. Everything else about him was normal - suit, hair, etc.
Today as I lunched on the Boston Common, I spotted a small woman marching towards me in a red colonial-style dress, holding a lavendar parasol. She had a cell phone attached to her apron straps. An actress, no doubt, but still amusing.
And speaking of the Common (truly a "common," where mingle the homeless and brahmins alike), there's a new hot air balloon in the middle of the park. It's free, and a long rope will keep you from flying across the Atlantic. The business who sponsors it wants to put a balloon in every city. There's also a wading pond with a fountain, which makes me wonder if it transforms into a skating rink in winter.
make sure you go to see the house of the seven gables while you're there
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I'm going to do a new mainpage design, just so it'll look cool again (if it ever did).
i saw the house on saturday. very pretty, even though we didn't shell out the $11 to go in. salem was quaint, but a bit touristy for my liking. they really exploit the witch thing.