#blanchard's

It could be another sign of clinginess that I find myself back in Ye Olde Allston for a few days. Had I planned things better, I could have avoided this trip. But now that I'm here, I'll make the most of it -- see some people I didn't get to say goodbye to, dig up some more stuff that lasts, snag another goroke from Seoul Bakery...

I try not to play this game too often, but I wonder what the people on my mind are thinking about right now. One is plotting to put the moves on some guy -- a guy she doesn't like to mention in front of me. Another is far away from home and annoyed by it because she misses who she has there. And the last might be wondering if I've been avoiding her. (No comment...) All of them are worried about time -- which just doesn't seem fair, since they're all about my age.

I turn the corner at Blanchard's and a few blocks later my ears are ringing thanks to a road crew that's ripping up the asphalt along Harvard Ave. It's nine thirty at night.