Here I am. I ain’t never stayed at a hotel in Harvard Square, until now.

I walked around all day, from Harvard to Central Square and up to Inman and back through Harvard Yard. It’s kind of weird to be “visiting” a place, I lived for over 20 years. There’s a new Thai place down the street from my house, and my favorite quirky, artsy, craftsy ecletic style and junk store is closed. I hope the guy who ran it moved onto something more fun not hard times.

Tonight, I’m reliving the good times, connecting with the friends from comedy who I actually miss. I hope, it will start with clams. No good steamers out west. The western clams don’t look right steamed. My tour guide for culinary adventures down memory lane is the inimitable Dorothy Dwyer.

I also walked away from one potential real estate agent who I’d been talking on the long distance line about renting my digs out. Really, Mohammed, how many fucking times can you argue with me and use the word “dump” in a sentence, referencing my former home. I get it, you’re smart and clever about the biz. (Best part, it’s been raining here for 10 days or something, Mohammed’s basement office had a serious moldy funk about it and a giant wet vac in the middle of the floor. What a fucking dump?)

After getting my key back from him, I went to the Chamber of Commerce and got a list of him, possibly reputable business folks. A couple minutes later, I was talking with Terry, who said she’d come by the place and sure enough did. (It took three phone calls and a letter to get that kind of action out of my friend Mohammed. Maybe he needed a mountain to move him.)

Anyway, after a heart to heart with Terry and looking around the empty place with fresh eyes of distance and time, I am seriously pondering the selling question. If I sell, I walk away with a pile of Benjamins and no long distance management caverns of doubt. I might be time.

Meanwhile, no M. for the weekend, because we’re saving some of his time off for some fun. The first thing I did was turn on the heat in the hotel room. If he were here, while the benefits would be many, artificial heat would have been a missing luxury.