As he mentioned over at his place, he gave me walking direction from the Fenway Station to the MFA. It was quite detailed and got me exactly where I wanted to be with the bonus of a nice walk and less time spent in transit meaning more time in the museum. The part that made me laugh was the phrase referring to "a small patch of woods." Now, I adore Suldog and his wife, both. I would trust their advice with regard to traveling safely about Boston since they are born and bred there. However, they are cityfolk and I live on a VERY heavily wooded acre of oak and hemlock trees. Without exaggeration I can tell you that when we moved here we REMOVED over two dozen trees (which were either diseased or weakened in some way as to be hazardous to the house) from our single acre. Even after that, we still have such a dense stand of trees we cannot grow a lawn for lack of sunlight, it's mostly moss in our yard. The alleged "small patch of woods" seemed to be a handful of strategically placed trees for effect. I believe mention was made that I could have been mugged in the woods. I dunno about that in broad daylight. I guess if they say it's possible they know what they are talking about but I have had an actual black bear on my very own front porch so this small patch of woods didn't seem to give any more cover for nefarious deeds, and in fact less, than the average alley.
As Suldog has noted over at his place, he picked me up at the station nearest his workplace at the end of his workday and my time at MFA. I was also treated to a tour of his office at Marketing Messages where I met some of his coworkers who seem equally deranged as he is (in other words, it seems like they all have an awful lot of fun at work). I am not entirely sure it was an actual workplace though. I suspect it may have been an asylum because he showed me some well-padded rooms. He claims they are "recording studios" and the padding was for the acoustics. I'm told it's best not to upset people suffering with mental illness so we will just allow that story about recording studios to stand unchallenged.
this post to HIS WIFE so she can know that I am the last person on Earth who worries about whether or not someone's house is in perfect order. Though if they come to visit I promise to put sufficient effort into making sure they won't catch any diseases from my house and I might even dust.
We hopped back into Roddy the Wondercar and sped off to pick up Suldog's WIFE. We swapped tales of phobias, government tracking of citizens, whorehouses, and other topics that might lead otherwise sane people to doubt our general well-being. Listen! Just because large bridges make me think about driving off the edge and he doesn't like EZPASS doesn't mean we are a couple of nutbags who ought to be shut away inside "recording studios!" That evidence would come at dinner.
|sculpture as warning to unruly children?|
The meal was delicious and involved much laughter. If you read Suldog you know he is one funny guy. He's even funnier in person. If you read him you also know HIS WIFE is a great lady with her own fantastic sense of humor. What you don't know is they are even funnier in person. If Suldog is chaneling a smarter version of Curly of the Three Stooges, HIS WIFE channels Bob Newhart. He is complete zaniness personified and she is utterly dry in her delivery. The two of them together are total hilarity.
I'd just like to say thanks to Suldog and HIS WIFE for an absolutely fantastic evening eating and laughing together. I also promise if they ever make it to my neck of the woods I will show them what a neck of woods really looks like and we will find some other public place where we can create mayhem and consternation among the populace. I won't even threaten to lock them in my basement, mainly because I don't have one.