amy refuses to send pictures of herself.

i went to boston to see my friend amy.

and her husband.

and harvard.

and to make pilgrimage to one place of higher learning and feminism and movie location.

and to pick apples.

and to photo shoot.

and to almost miss my bus.

and to have car time.

and to enjoy the love and warmth of a friend who knows me.

boston is beautiful, especially the part

where you get really, really lost with

no forms of electronic communication.

that is the best.