At Fenway, I looked over the green monster longing to step on the field and hit balls from the machine with the season ticket holders knowing I could hit the ball further than any I’ve seen step into the cage for batting new practice.

  At Paul revere’s statue, trying to create the illusion of giving Paul a high five as he rides off to warn of the impending invasion. 

At old north church, waiting for Jen to text work while she is sitting in the “penalty” box,  the pew shape ironically reminding me of a hockey punishment.

At the market, trying a red and green thornapple like fruit that looks and taste like bobo(?).

At the commons Jen posing on back of duck statue.

At cheers, yelling out norm when someone enters the bar, at fanuell hall, watching someone jump over six people after working the crowd for every dollar they could squeeze.

At carmelina’s, sharing our delicious Italian cuisine and dining with Jean (Jen’s sister), deb (friend), and Alex (Jean’s daughter)