UD‘s in cold unloveable Boston, as usual, for the holiday. Wandering about cursing the city and reflecting, under end-of-year pressure, on la condition humaine, she comes to conclusions no wiser than she ever did: Everyone struggles.
Therefore — compassion.
January 22nd, 2026 at 6:12PM
But then there’s the Daughters of Edward Boit, maybe worth the whole trip. But only memories of Durgin-Park where a waitress once earned a big tip from a friend and me after saying “ate enough friggen horseradish, didn’t you.” Was two bottles. And some big holes in the wall at the Gardner where I hope soon lots of lillies will appear. Miss it and those times. Just stopped by to see what’s going on. Best wishes. Greg of way, way yore.
January 23rd, 2026 at 11:01AM
LOL. You make it sound wonderful.