We’re in enemy territory, Boston, surrounded by you know what, Red Sox fans, but it’s a gorgeous day. Bright sun and the best news, we found a parking garage that didn’t require giving up our first born to pay for 30 hours (although on days, giving up the first born isn’t a bad option!).
We’re sitting in the lobby waiting for a daughter to arrive via the #170 Northeast Corridor train from NY. It’s running late, but that’s the norm with Amtrak. Sigh.