We had a great time with Matt in Boston yesterday. He's good company, interesting, interested, and funny.

The city is still packed with snow from last week's storms, so the sidewalks are narrow and slushy. Still, we enjoyed walking around on what felt like a spring day. We had a lunch of pho in a Vietnamese restaurant in Chinatown, a walk around the Common, watching the skaters on the Frog Pond rink, and a visit to Jack's Joke Shop. The owner talked with us about the relative merits of the bagel-with-cockroach, dribbling glass, and snapping gum. Matt got the dollar snatcher and received special instructions.

Sandra and I saw first Blue Man Group eight or so years ago. The advertisements were telling us that it would be in Boston for just a few more weeks, so hurry. I bought tickets for her birthday. She received a blue kiss on the cheek after the show. Yesterday was our fourth time to the show and it's still good. I sat next to a woman, a widow of three years and recently retired, who was quite fearful when she saw the ponchos, asking me every which way what was going to happen. I think that she finally had a good time. I know that we did.

On the way home we stopped at the rest area on the Mass Pike for supper. A bus had just pulled in. Sandra talked with some of the passengers and the driver and learned that they were a track team from a Christian college in West Virginia, on their way home from a meet. After their meal, they were going to ride all night, about a 10-hour ride. They were very fortunate that they were traveling last night instead of a week ago when a blizzard was howling through the Northeast.

At least we could see the people taking our orders at the McDonald's on the Mass. Pike. Not so some people in Oregon, who are asking, "Why outsource to India or Singapore when Grand Forks ND is so close?"