A week in Beantown is best the third time around. The pressures of rising early, hitting the pavement, seeing everything "worthwhile" have already been vitiated by prior visits.
This time, the only agenda is to see and spend time with good friends, to be a part of their life in Boston, to share in the everyday things. To meet the newborn and find an easy excuse to stay in and cook and chat, to watch "Hot Fuzz" then quote and reenact it ad nauseum, to feel the time and space of a year fade away in the span of hours and days.
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