A Day in Boston with my friend

I met him when I was 19, it was 1983.

Bill was doing an internship for EDS in Dallas. The Ross Perot Machine. I was a waitress in a place across the street from their Campus.

It was his friend who caught my eye. He looked like Alec Baldwin, and we started dating.

The Alec look alike was a lot like the real thing, and he didn’t last.

Becoming friends with Bill did. We went to the movies, we went to the State Fair, we talked on the phone for hours, had a fun time spending New Years Eve in Boston with all of his Greek friends.

When I told him I’d be in town last week, he went and made plans. Like Fenway, sort of plans.

He’s got some pretty cool season ticket seats. Right?

I had to go from Houston to Boston to get my first Sunburn of the year. Bill told be I brought the Sunshine, so of course I said ” Your Welcome!”

Then he and his wife took me to the Black Rose, an Irish Bar Downtown with live music.

The fun thing about the Black Rose was the music and the people. This wonderful lady with the most charming authentically Irish Accent offered me her chair since they were leaving.

Then we headed to Salty Dog for fabulous outdoor seating, seafood, live music, charming atmosphere, and wonderful conversation.

I love Boston. The Seaport District is charming, clean and fun.

I had lots of travel issues with the Boston Marathon being in town, but with public transport, you can’t fight it, you just have to flow. Thank Goodness for Uber. They are everywhere.

8 thoughts on “A Day in Boston with my friend

  1. Awesome! Friends like that are timeless. It sounds like a great meetup and you were treated royally. Bless you for your positive attitude about the travel; you definitely made lemonade out of lemons.

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