Bert and I were late for class, and we started running.
We were already inside a building, which looked strangely like a fancy hotel lobby. We slammed open the gold-rimmed double doors and ran up some stairs. It soon became clear that all this building had were stairs and short hallways. Most sets of stairs looked like it was from Fallon Memorial School in Pawtucket. One set looked like it was from the Harvard T Station. Continue reading
No, I’m still alive. I haven’t updated my blog in a while, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about it. In fact, I have many items buzzing around in this hollow head of mine. So as a teaser, I suppose, this post is the list of ideas I’m brewing to write about. Continue reading