Yesterday, after leaving the library, I went and drank some wine and wandered downtown. In the aftermath of Bayfest, the streets looked empty, but well swept. The stages had all been taken away and the trash picked up, and the only evidence that there was a music festival, was the grass in the park, which looked like it had definitely been stepped upon.
I was looking for a spot to listen to the Patriots game on my cheap AM radio, and was down by the railroad tracks, retrieving my jacket, which I hadn't worn since last April, when temperatures were similar to the frigid 58 degrees of last night.
|Reba is satisfied with the way the Patriots played|
I couldn't see the game, of course, and had to use my imagination to picture it.