More Thinking of Boston

Working on the book just now little sweetheart, I’m having occasion, again, to recount our time together in Boston.

It was just about this time of year, too, and everything still remains so fresh in memory. How cold and crisp it was already, even before Thanksgiving. How we stopped about in the snow on the way to the theatre where you were doing Rock n Roll. Cooking for you in the little kitchen of the sweet, cozy apartment they’d put you up in for the run. Taking day trip during your time off to JFK library and along Newburgh Street and some of our epic walks circling either bank of the Charles River.

You know, my darling girl, that even though I’ve been back to Boston probably a half dozen times since then, it is always you and our adventures that I remember when I’m there. It feels sometimes as I travel about that somehow we still are there together and then you’ll soon come around a corner and join me. There’s even a street as soon as you get off the train called Summer Street. So fitting, because I know, my little sweetheart that you are everywhere and forever.

With all my love.