Boston, for the biggest snowstorm of the year. Subzero windchill, transportation shut down, Blizzard Warning, most restaurants closed. On the plus side, the seaport is a pretty nice hotel to get trapped in.
…I don’t think it is possible.
Just me on the driver, inbound at noon.
For some reason the 1980s-esque soulless non-glamor of the 3rd Street Post Office speaks to me.
Guess who’s coming to dinner.
Don’t say there’s nothing to do at night…
Gnomes, out of their normal habitat.
Guess there was a clearance at the photo supply store.