What a week for our country. I spent it between both coasts, my heart with Boston.
1. afternoon run in southern sunshine 2. work took me to this neighborhood in New Jersey 3. moody cloud sea above Newark 4. leaving Asheville 5. passed out in a taxi on the way back home 6. the dog deep sea diving at the Ballard Surf Shop 7. back to Fiore espresso and the cold beach 8. blue grass swing dancing on Saturday night 9. Yonton and Rupert 10. geese at golden gardens 11. a back yard birthday barbecue in North Carolina 12. spinach, frozen pineapple, oranges and chia seeds soaked in coconut water- detox after two weeks on the road.
And finally, Dad sent me this photo, me in Boston's Copley Square on May Day in 1993. This terrorism is so personal- the familiar neighborhoods, my family on lock down, my cousin on NPR talking about his experience boxing with the older of the suspects, now dead. (And oh yeah, he once punched that asshole in the face, and you don't want to be punched in the face by Chris Coogan, he's terrifying. I love him.)