
It could have been the weather - while New York City was drenched in rain that made my walk cold and uncomfortable, followed by a delayed flight and miserable migraine, Boston proved warm and sunny with accommodatingly cool breezes that made lengthy walks a pleasure. The comparison was further confounded by a leisurely trip this time - several nights in a lovely hotel and rather gentle class schedule - versus the intense in @ morning, out @ night day we forced in New York.

"You didn't tell me I had crumbs all over me," the vendor accused and I returned his smile as he brushed at his shirt. "I got a hot dog earlier," he offered, "but then I was busy and didn't have time to eat all of it. I was gonna throw it out but then I thought of all the people who don't have enough and felt too guilty not to finish it. But it had gotten all crusty from sitting out so I crunched up the bun in the wrapper and the outside fell off."
I nodded, dropping my change into his tip bucket.
"It was delicious," he told me. "I should do it again - it was so good."
"You do good things," I quoted from television, "and good things happen to you."
So while I look forward to going home - as I always do - it's been a very good trip. If you've not been before, I highly recommend a visit - the people and places are delightful and the seafood chowders and bisques are fabulous bonuses.

"It was delicious," he told me. "I should do it again - it was so good."
"You do good things," I quoted from television, "and good things happen to you."
So while I look forward to going home - as I always do - it's been a very good trip. If you've not been before, I highly recommend a visit - the people and places are delightful and the seafood chowders and bisques are fabulous bonuses.
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