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Local Interest
Mar. 11th, 2006 06:45 pmToday, I decided to go see how far the Neponset Reservation bike trail goes, which is how I discovered that it goes precisely six feet farther than I have previously gone, before stopping dead at the Central Ave stop on the Mattapan Trolley. (I have never ridden the Mattapan Trolley, but I have to love it just a little, because the stops look so much like the train stops out in the water in "Spirited Away".) So my hike, intended to be long, was very short.
While wandering around Central Ave, looking in vain for any possible continuation of the bike trail, I discovered a wine and cheese shop, airlifted in straight from Paris. I don't know how long they've been there. I really don't know what possessed anyone to open up a wine and cheese shop of this aggresively exquisite kind in a neighborhood that can't even honestly be described as depressed. The neighborhood is like a psych patient from a Scientology brochure, catatonic on account of the shock treatments. That isn't to say, however, that I'm not delighted to have found it. Had I not started out on my hike with only two dollars and a T pass, I would have had a long and involved conversation about cheese and brought something home. I will go back next weekend with something besides emergency bus fare in my pockets.
The rest of my day was burnt up making ice cream and going to the library. We have pineapple ice cream for tonight's party. I should make sure to shower, so that when we go out there is no pineapple in my hair.
While wandering around Central Ave, looking in vain for any possible continuation of the bike trail, I discovered a wine and cheese shop, airlifted in straight from Paris. I don't know how long they've been there. I really don't know what possessed anyone to open up a wine and cheese shop of this aggresively exquisite kind in a neighborhood that can't even honestly be described as depressed. The neighborhood is like a psych patient from a Scientology brochure, catatonic on account of the shock treatments. That isn't to say, however, that I'm not delighted to have found it. Had I not started out on my hike with only two dollars and a T pass, I would have had a long and involved conversation about cheese and brought something home. I will go back next weekend with something besides emergency bus fare in my pockets.
The rest of my day was burnt up making ice cream and going to the library. We have pineapple ice cream for tonight's party. I should make sure to shower, so that when we go out there is no pineapple in my hair.
