Rosanna Arquette (who is five years older than me) and Herbert Hoover (who is dead) have both passed another birthday.
I’m celebrating the event in Boston, just as I did thirty-three years ago, when Rosanna Arquette was also five years older than me and Herbert Hoover was also dead. I bought books, I ate unhealthy food, and I finally saw Salem, Lowell, and Lawrence. And I had lasagna under the Leaning Tower of Pizza.
And I’m not going to share any great new wisdom. But here’s a picture of the tower:
And here’s where I didn’t eat lunch because they were closed:
That’s all I got…
…but the clock is ticking.
It was fifteen months ago today that I started working from home “for a few weeks” due to the pandemic. I’ve been shooting a selfie every three months since. This may be the last one, as I’m already back in the office about twenty-five hours a week and will probably be doing more in the next month or two.
It’s been a weird year (and a quarter).