which was actually pretty neat because, well, I'd never been that close behind home plate (but the day before we had taken the Fenway Park tour, and the first thought that came into my already fractured brain was "Hey, I was up there yesterday. Sat in those seats and could look down on to the field:
I went home where I can fall over any time I want. The Boston trip set a good frame of reference. I can walk as far as I wish, as long as I wish the place to be about a block away. What is needed? The Acceptance of pain, treat when you can. We did everything we planned to in Boston, and a few things more. But stairs are just, uh, no. One or two, fine. Anything more? It better be worth it. We shopped on Newbury Street, and many stores are one floor up or down from the street. Sometimes it was. But Boston is always worth it. We've talked about moving there. If you want life filling culture and history, and beauty, I recommend the Dirty Water City. And the Red Sox. And Fenway.
And as Dylan said, "you better walk right." Doin' my best. Thanks for reading.