December 19th 2015

One December night, maybe 1986 or 1987, myself and my two friends, Rich and Dano, tossed some beer into our backpacks and hopped the red line into Boston. We strolled through the Boston Common gazing
at all the Christmas lights strewn in the trees, the nativity scene and the lighted Christmas tree.We
told stories as we gathered by the war statue on the hill. We slid across the frozen Duck Pond. We hid
from the icy wind beneath the Public Garden bridge. We laughed. We remembered our Christmas' pasts.
A Christmas tradition was born. Over the years different faces have come and gone but the tradtion has carried on. Well, tonight that tradition continues.

Dano (about 5 minutes away from passing out on the train ride home), Rich, Lou (a relative new addition going back about 4 Christmas' or so) and Wabrek.

Though I'm sporting a beer can, a newer tradition has developed within the tradition-- going to a new bar each year for beer and appetizers, then heading back out into the Commons/Public Garden.

December 3, 2010

Inside the train station on our way home from Boston Christmas tree lighting. I found this picture on my computer. I think my sister took it. My sister and her kids and her buddy, Amy and her kids met me at my old security haunt at 125 High Street and we took the train from South Station to Commons. Relevant photo, I think. Wow that was 5 years ago. My little boy Christopher on top wall in orange pants.

On a totally different note, Muse is coming to Boston. Tickets, please! January 2016. I'm there man.

so I finally got off my ass and started reworking a story that I started writing a couple of years ago called Gone. like the way its shaping up. so might have to delete the old version on here and post the new.

anyway, my love hate relationship w Facebook is pretty much over now. Off on off again is how I've been since I joined in 2009 and I don't see that changing. Currently in off mode. I have to say though, the early days of Facebook were the best-- raw, spontaneous and funny-- stupid, hilarious and real and then one day Facebook changed and became super popular and then the next day, our "friends" took it to a new level of seriousness that drained all the fun and whimsy out of it. 

so i guess, like in my life, I like to be part of something... but I also like to be part of nothing, invisible for a while too....

"That was tough," he said.

She shook her head.

"It's like a greyhound bus trip. It starts off real nice. And you ooh and ahh at the things you see as you pass on by. But after a couple of hours, your butt and back starts to hurt. You really can't change position," she said.

"I don't know. I like kayaking."

In the dream, I enter the bathroom. I use a 6 ft piece of PVC pipe to piss through-- into the sink. There's a couple of kids from my high school there, laughing and one remarks," maybe you should use the urinal." As I turn to leave, piss shit and throw up fill the other sinks and urinals.

Attached to the wall is a baby changing table and a grown man is laying on it as if it were his bed. It looks like he's sleeping, at least relaxing. His eyes are closed and his deep breathing suggest sleep. He has a stubbly beard and familiar face that I just can't place. As he's laying there, two boys massage his back yet he has no reaction to the rub down.