Friday, May 12

Morning:
48 degrees. The fog this morning was incredible. This is the densest fog I've ever seen in Boston. I said that to Stanley, the company janitor, and he said, "Yeah, Boston can get foggy." I said, "Yeah, no kidding Stanley, but but look at this goddam fog! I'm saying this is the absolute densest fog I've ever seen." But, as usual, he wouldn't budge. All I got was "Well...." and a shrug. I swear, if he had said that thing about tornados again, I would have hit the roof.
Anyway, I went overboard on the fog photos. First is from the MIT sailing hut looking toward Beacon Hill. 2nd one is Longfellow Bridge - you can barely see the other side. 3rd is of the Sinkhole. 4th is of a rather forlorn looking Betty, The Aluminum Canoe. She's listing to port, half filled with rain water. You can just make out a Duck Tour riding up the river behind her.

Evening:
Nothing of note. Game at Fenway tonight, so the Dragon was filled with POPs 'n SAPs. Photo is of a big, aimless group of SoxPOPs.