it's brisk

Getting here, I had a connecting flight in Boston. I arrived at 7 ish, stumbled off the plane and suddenly there were a bunch of drunk middle aged men whooping and hollering and wearing funny blue plastic hats. I was just trying to get coffee and convince my body that it wasn't 4 a.m. and there they were, drinking beer and yelling at the t.v. It was the A's Red Sox game.

Mr. Morgan's library and the Michelangelo sketches on display are beautiful, but the real show is Mr. Piano's addition, isn't it. Breathtaking. When I get back to sunny California I'm totally redecorating to get that look. How does bamboo go with blue shag?

Today I'm spending the gray day looking at Mr. John's grays. Then tomorrow I'm getting a bus to Rhode Island, humming Blossom Dearie along the way.

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