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As I now do live in Boston, I bring to you all picture fillers of todays opening Red Sox gameMostly, mind you, because I dont actually want to write anything witty and urbane so I plan to dazzle and distract everyone with pretty pixels.Enough said.



One of these drunken fans, after I took the picture, walked up to me and told me that I smelled like an almond cookie. Then he asked me if he could take a bite of me. I politely declined.



Just one of those things I walk by thousands of times a day, but have not noticed until today.



A nice cop ass shot - But, hey, they were asking for it as they kept running down the street frantically, trying to get the motorcycle running.


Im still hoping all my essays will magically write themselves and that I will learn my French aria through magic or osmosis. Somehow I doubt any of that it going to happen, so au revoir

I see great things in baseball. Its our game the American game. It will take our people out of doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism, ten to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set, repair these losses, and be a blessing to us. Walt Whitman