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.)