November 2010
2 posts
Terminal Memory
Life has been crazy and strange lately. Right now I find myself in Terminal C of Boston International Airport as I write this. I suppose there is an inclination for flowery words when one travels, especially so close to his home. I moved away from here a little over a year ago, as much to turn over a new leaf as to admittedly run the hell away from a few things. One of those things has echoes in...
