I’m getting a lot of mileage out of Sunday
Not a real statue.
See?
You may not know this about me, but I have a sign on my forehead that says “Pick me! I’ll play along!” I love street performers. I’ll always stop to watch. And 9 times out of 10, I get picked out of the crowd to participate in some way. (Or four times out of the five I can remember off the top of my head, if you want to get specific. The fifth time I can think of it was Sandwich Stealer who was chosen) I love it. This past Sunday, as I was leaving the aquarium to go to Harvard (and before I couldn’t find the State Street T station), I wandered around Quincy Market/Fanueil Hall and stopped to watch a street performer. Of course. Did I get picked out of the crowd? Yes. Do I have proof? Yes! Because I asked some nice lady to take pictures. Are they any good? No. But here’s one anyway.
I handed those flowers up to him and then did weird things with my hand before catching that pillow and throwing it back to him. Fascinating, right?
I shouldn’t go to bookstores when I’m away from home. Unless I’m out of reading material, of course. And if I’m driving, I think it’s okay. So really, it’s just when I’m flying that I shouldn’t do it. Boston has lots of bookstores, lots of used bookstores, and lots of good bookstores. I’ve been in four of them. And one of them was on a sidewalk near Harvard. See?
I found four books there, $2 each. Then I went to Harvard Book Store. New books upstairs, used downstairs, and bought a few more. THEN I went to one near where I’m working and bought three more Lawrence Block mysteries (I’m in the middle of one of them now). And I have to fit them all into the two bags I’m already checking to get them home. No more! I’ll refrain from entering any more bookstores as long as I’m here.
