Wednesday, July 20th, 2005
I was seven and my family spent that summer in an apartment in Boston. I remember finding $1.75 is silvery change in a playground sandbox. I remember walking around on Old Ironsides in awe. I remember bargaining with a couple of street-stumbling flower children for a bongo drum; they wanted $5, but ultimately gave up and gave me the drums. I recall playing lots of games of “memory.” I remember the glass flowers in some Harvard museum.
And I remember waking up at 1AM to watch some black and white dots move across a borrowed TV screen… which way was up? which patch was man or foot or moon dust?
Somehow that summer branded my senses and today I have a strong affection for steamy cities.