Boston, Massachusetts. Friday, June 22, 2018.
Morning: looking up from the deck of the U.S.S. Constitution.
Afternoon: looking down through a window at the top of the Bunker Hill Monument.
Snacking under a tree on the Rose Kennedy Greenway in the North End.
Listening from a bench in the Public Garden.
Evening: dining al fresco on Boylston Street.
“Catching” first pitch at Fenway Park, 7:11 pm.
And… three hours and thirty-four minutes of sitting, watching, groaning, believing, applauding, cheering, mooing, chanting, standing, waving, singing, dancing, whooping, laughing, high-fiving and reveling later…
14-10!!!
What a day!
(Thanks for that last picture, Jack.)
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I am the son and only child of a registered nurse & a self-employed collector of wildflowers. I went on to become: a Beatles’ fan; a record collector; a drummer; a music magazine subscriber; a guitar player; a songwriter; a high school graduate; a college student; a music major; a performing singer/guitarist; a photography student; a yearbook photographer; a student teacher; a boyfriend; a letter writer; a college graduate; an elementary school music teacher; an apartment dweller; a husband; a guitar teacher/independent contractor; a homeowner; an independent music producer; the father of a daughter; the father of a son; a bandmate; a teacher of the history of popular music in America; an instructor of music/adjunct faculty member; a grandfather (x3); a condo dweller; and a blogger.
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