Im in boston, cambridge more specifically. Okay now, maybe I called you a little drunk from the chicago airport. ha ha ha.
Okay now, It should be noted that the guy at the airport was the reason I had the extra beers. He was a protester during the vietnam period and we talked about how his peers were growing more and more conservative. He said that the cynicisim of my generation may be the only thing that saves us. We talked for a long time. I sat on the plane with a guy who was reading "Letters to a Young Conservative". I didn't press it.
more when available. heart.
sjet
Posted by Sonya at March 26, 2003 11:13 PMAh, Cambridge!
Memories of happy evenings at the Middle East and expansive prolonged dinners at Rhythym & Spice that bled so far into the wee hours that a hike over to Somerville for breakfast bloody Marys at the Rosebud seemed sensible...*sigh*
You lucky lucky thing!!!
And Different Drummer in the North End is a great Boston bar, all pokey and warm with a fusball table that hucksters hustle all night, cigarettes balanced precariously on bottom lips in a way that only Italians can get right...
holiday well!
ic
Everybody thinks that the whole "Love Generation" or whatever the sixties people are called were all a bunch of freewheelin' Janis Joplin listenin' dope smokin' war protestin' peaceniks, but actually that was only a minority of them. Nixon won the college vote in '72. That's right, most college students voted for the guy who was most likely to send their asses into the jungle.
Go figure. People are funny.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at March 27, 2003 07:03 PM