BOSTON MADE US HAPPY
The Boston trip was a joy, but already it seems like ancient history. Almost two months have passed and much has passed through my mind. New York tends to take over my life, both physically and mentally. Boston was a great break from the usual, and before all the naysayers come to comment, let me explain why I like it: I went to college north of Boston, on and off from 1988 to 1994. It was north of Boston about half an hour, an hour by commuter rain train, at a small liberal arts college called Bradford, and many of my weekends were spent trolling around the Back Bay, visiting the Institute of Contemporary Art and the Museum of Fine Arts, and sitting in bookstores and cafes of Harvard Square. I had a friend who went to Harvard, who I visited in his rooms, and attended some meals with him in the dining room on Plympton Street. It was interesting to see, as they say, how the other half lives. My college was small, scrappy, and out of the way. Harvard was the center of all things, an