It’s 66° in San Diego. After being in Boston for a week it feels like 90°.
I think the guy in the seat ahead of me is fueling our plane with his farts. ✈️
Cup of coffee in hand. Laptop on. AirPods socketed in my ears. I’m ready to listen to Tom Moore, AKA Dead Melodies, mix for Soundwave. Tom’s mix goes live December 11.
Thanksgiving we played Coup. It’s easy to learn and fun to play. And I’ve lost nearly every game I’ve ever played, so I’m thankful for Thursday’s victories.
I treated myself to tapas last night. I had already had dinner and wanted a light snack. Instead, I ate the equivalent of another meal. Mistakes were made.
I got through Thanksgiving with a modicum of family drama. I suspect the family drama is part of the Thanksgiving tradition.
Fall day in Boston.
View from Fenway.
Gate.
Cool neon.
Me and my sibs. Photos from the 80s.
While walking through the Victory Garden I recalled the many men who would ask me for the time when I would walk through the gardens after getting out of work at the nightclubs I worked at. While I was flattered that they wanted the time from me, I wasn’t the time-giving type.
Beautiful day in Boston.
Fillerup!
Truck and grill.
Good to be back in South End.
Back in Boston for Thanksgiving. One of my oldest and dearest friends picked me up at the airport at 5:30 AM! True friend. And she took me out to breakfast. At a café whiling away the hour waiting for my dad to wake up.
Corn dog in my Bloody Mary? Whaaa?!?
Easing into my morning listening to Brown Mountain Lights on Asheville.fm. Some lovely stuff. 🎵
It’s for you.
