The older and slower I get, the faster things seem to go by me. Take Boston, for instance.
Most of the time I feel like the two ladies stranded on a traffic island outside of South Station trying to cross … Read the rest
Old and New: South Station & Lady with Pink Hair
Waiting for my train at the old, old South Station in Boston, a lady with pink hair and a polka dot bag got some money from the ATM.
Train Travelers at South Station
The more my dislike of traveling deepens, the dreamier my photos of it become.
I cannot be trusted.
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