So I zipped off from Seattle and headed to Boston to take a PE teacher certification test. Lucky for me, one of my best friends lives in Boston.
At about midnight I found myself wandering around the quiet streets of a Boston suburb where a taxi driver had dropped me off. He had pointed across the street when dropping me and my two huge checked bags (with things headed with us to India). The houses were not lit well, house numbers were hard to find… I was creeping up front steps and quietly looking for house numbers. I hoped that in Massachusetts it isn’t legal to use deadly force if someone is on your porch. I finally determined that the number Mike gave me was definitely not there. A guy came out of one of the duplexes and I asked him for help. ”Somerville? You’re in the wrong town. It’s that way a ways.”
So I dragged my bags to the nearest busy street. Well, busy for 12:30 at night. A rickety taxi arrived and took me about 3 miles away. Down the same road where at some point the numbers started all over again. Mike’s place was easy to find then. We did a little catching up (I did just see him during our winter break) and then I crashed on his couch.
The next day (Friday) we went to a coffee shop and I studied more for the test while he did some work. Then we went to his office at Tufts for a few more hours of study for me while he had a meeting. We dined out plenty, I had some summer Sam Adams beer, and after my exam on Saturday, we spent a good bit of time that evening and Sunday stomping around Boston.
I really like spending time with Mike. We’ve managed to keep in touch ever since parting ways after high school. That was more difficult before all the social media stuff. He has visited Alaska a few times and then joined us for our winter break last year. I have spent time with him in Colorado a number of times and now connected in Boston.
Sunday evening I said goodbye and flew to Rochester.
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