By the way, the boy-o mentioned that he purposely chose dining at
Bennigan’s the other day in nostalgic celebration of downtown Boston,
where he and I both seperately and together had chowed down happily.

Few sandwiches beat their deep-fried Monte Cristo with a side of raspberry =
jam.

It just about made up for my unfortunate housekeeping mood of the
weekend. In preparation for a visit from a buddy in Boston I’ve been
sterilizing the homestead.

I made the unhappy choice of cleaning all bathroom floors and fixtures
while listening to the book on tape of the "People’s History of the
20th Century." Right about the time it hit the Women’s Liberation
Movement, I encountered a pretty trashed "good towel" and thought
about packing some bags and liberating myself.