In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Losing luggage in Brooklyn and working the public transport possibilities.
After a really fantastic dinner with Cathy, Stacey, Brian, Manda, and Rich (at the Samba steakhouse and sushi in Framingham)
since it was while walking all over Brooklyn and New York last weekend that her foot sustained what is probably a stress fracture.
Got some basic advice too: (tie shoes, good not to button the top button but button all the way to the top button... thanks Rich!)
So I posted a whole mess of thoughts on violence and nonviolence, naturally enough under the title Book review review.
I have to stop spending hours on stuff like that, and on reading Internet news, but to start I will foreswear my precious online comics until they come in one-page form.
Last weekend Mom's Little Sister Stephanie and I walked the dogs straight down Fisher Street and, following my lead, through (or between) two yards and into the thin stripe of Cochituate state forest around the lake, which happens to be at a 50 to 60 degree angle.
We rapelled down using the dogs' retractable leashes.