A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

Boston

Our last stop was in Boston. It was a dreary day, gray, and I would have loved to be able to actually spend some time in the city. But, reality, and all that. The memorial at Logan airport is very sober: a cube near the hotel, with a few panels of explication, and those little tiles that move in the rain. 

And then, it was time to get back on the road to go home... 

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