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March 13, 1997
I tried to cram too much into one day today:
You kinda had to be there to appreciate today's Ned and Tom conversations.
At the Flower Show, I ran into a friend with her 7 month old son. I always run into someone I know. (Oh, for those readers who know me - it was Caryn Johnson and Daniel Tsikwaya Johnson-Carter.) The Flower Show is second only to Opening Day at Fenway in importance to the population of greater Boston. After a drab winter, you expect spring in March and when it doesn't come you feel even drabber. Hence the Flower Show. You don't need flower shows in places where the flowers bloom in March. Oh, yeah, I had a good time. Lots of color.
Tea with Mark would've been more fun if we hadn't had to wait so long for a table. Tealuxe is way too small. It was quite an experience. So many choices. I wanted Darjeeling but there were 6 vintages of Darjeeling to choose from. When I finally settled on one, they were out of it. The tea tender graciously upgraded me to a rarer vintage for the same price: $3.50 for a pot for one. Mark had Lapsang Souchong. They weren't out of that. After tea we browsed a few Harvard Square shopping haunts: the Coop, Learningsmith, HMV Records. This time HMV had all of Huun-Huur-Tu's albums in stock so I grabbed the ones I didn't have. Also, Martin Sexton's album Black Sheep was on sale so I picked that up too. Ned wrote two of the songs on it and wrote some of the liner notes. He sings backup vocals on Diner. After HMV, I took off for my meeting and left Mark in the jazz section.
The whole day felt a little rushed.