Notes from Harvard Square

The ride in to the seat of all Western knowledge took less than an hour on this foggy Friday. I left the house at 5:40, parked, and was greeted by a bearded doorman at Peet's Coffee by 6:45. Even though it's a mild morning, the doorman has made his transition to a winter jacket. The fur-lining of the hood on his jacket is indistinguishable from his wild white beard. Man Becomes Coat, should be the headline in the morning Metro.

It should be busier here. Just a half dozen folks reading their papers.

Peet's offers the oddly-flavored coffees, but refrains from promoting them too much. There's a brightly-lit Dunkin' Donuts in the same building as the parking garage. They are promoting some pumpkin abomination. I miss the Coffee Connection with their single-origin coffees. I miss lots of stuff. We go on.

I'm here to attend a symposium on  The Media and Politics Frontier at the Shorenstein Center. I have no affiliation with the center and am here pretty much as a groupie. I'll have notes about the forum here and on Twitter and Google+.

Our bearded doorman has moved into the small park in front of the door where he can have a smoke. The pigeons give him little attention.