Christmas In the Hole, also known as Double Deck, one day befoe Christmas Eve, or two days before Christmas (the Mass of our lord Jesus).
Hanover Street, in the North End. Had a fabulous Italian Dinner at La Cantina. Bombolatti alla Aragosta.
And then.. Drinks. Lots of drinks.
Photo taken at the next bar, which just came up on my online bank statement. Only a cool sixty, if you're interested. "The Something," I believe it is called. Or kind of close. This is a sign that hangs above the stairway, leading down to the respective restrooms of both sexes.
The bartendress poured me the largest Jagermeister/Red Bull beverage I have ever had.
We walked though downtown Boston and embraced the annals of East Coast history. A divine wind blows through said city, and not in the Kamikaze sense. A Philadelphian kinship, with the weight of a Liberty bell hanging in the balance between grace.. and modernity.
Back in California, deer walked through the parking lot of my work building. Your ability to spot them in this photograph depends on thine own sensibility to light, passion, and pure, unadulterated wonder.