Got e-mail from Bobby-in-Bosnia. It finally works. Just gotta get all those complicated little addresses right and the electronic miracle takes over. Cool. I think I like postcards and hardcopy letters a little better but e-mail is more immediate for news like Roger's 20K game or Greenwell's press conference.
Met Tom for coffee this morning. Told him I dreamed about cleaning sand and shells out of North Parish Church last night. Weird. Dreams are surreal. He told a great story about playing movie trivia and movie title charades on New Year's Eve with Leonard Maltin. Ned breezed in, loved my hat (Lowell Spinners), breezed off to play in a charity golf tournament, then off to edit his latest poetry collection and then off to write more songs. Martin Sexton is playing in Marblehead tonight and will be doing some of Ned's songs. Also at Johnny D's on Tuesday. Ned is on 78rpm when the rest of us are on 33 1/3 (only a meaningful metaphor to those of us old enough to remember vinyl records).
I am off to pick up the nieces at school and ferry Elizabeth to piano. I picked up the pictures of them with the giant Muffy at Crispin's already, so all I gotta do is get myself to the Florence Roche Elementary School by 2:55.