After a mostly unproductive last week, I got my mojo back yesterday and was wicked productive today. And that’s very good, because I am leaving this afternoon for Boston, to help celebrate my friend Ruthbea’s 40th birthday. I am sharing a ride with some other NYFORs (New York Friends of Ruthbea), and we are driving to Boston at about 4, probably to arrive around 8 or 9. I adore Ruthbea, and am really looking forward to seeing her (and her family), even if she does live in Boston. I know lots of people think that Boston is great, but it is truly one of my least favorite cities anywhere. Perhaps this has a lot to do with how over-rated it is, especially in the eyes of its own citizens. I mean, if it had more of a humble attitude about itself, like many cities in the midwest, one could be genuinely surprised by its charming old buildings and such. If I was expecting, say Dayton OH, but the city was as interesting as Boston — I would think “hey, what a wonderful hidden gem of a place”. But unfortunately, Boston likes to compare itself to world class cities, a group of which it is certainly not a member. In the 5 plus times I have visited, I have never discovered anything that made me remotely want to live there. That said, I would much rather be in Boston than Gwalior or Cincinnati. These things are relative, you know.