It’s hot, humid, sticky and I’m feeling rather listless. And as I’m very much a list person, that means I’m generally f*cked. And so too, are you dear reader, should you have come here today hoping to find any bit of wisdom or insight as to why I do what I do.

I apologize for having none to offer other than I get off on walking around taking snaps like the one that follows. But you already knew that, right?

Maybe tomorrow I’ll have more to give. Until then, I’m booting the offspring out of the kiddie pool and finding a bottle of ice cold beer.

Oh, wait, here’s a bit of nuggetty wisdom. Summer in Boston is a suck pit of suck.

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My Socks and Shoes Always Match, Boston, Ma. 2005