Bookshop

It's on Market Street, the source of many of my local blips--I'm sure you'll recognize the star-crossed pair of poets* portrayed above. 

I'd just been to deposit a last-minute check, before we headed to Boston's Logan Airport.  We were held up for nearly an hour and a half by a jam due to a horrendous accident; much longer and we would have missed our plane.  A long trailer truck totally obliterated the central median on the turnpike; it was completely on its side with the cab in pieces--I hope the driver survived.

On top of that, our plane to London has had to stop short--in Dublin, Ireland, where we are having breakfast.  The navigation system failed to the point where Dublin was the only option; we're told the replacement part is being flown in--if it works, we'll fly on to Heathrow. Stay tuned :)

*Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes