Walking around Old Town, waiting for █████'s Boston marathon training group meeting to let out, distressed at dearth of coffee shops that aren't Starbucks or Einstein Brothers.
Met an 11-year-old, 60-pound wheaten terrier!
Unhappily, realize I am prejudiced against people carrying Bibles. Also, old rich dudes on custom hogs wearing leather slip-on shoes and no socks.
Am relieved the guy in the beautiful suit and hat is talking on cell phone and not to self.
Also, █████'s iPhone kicks my BlackBerry's ass.
