Remind me someday to tell you about the time I bought these shoes at the Tannery on Boylston Street in Boston and I saw Ozzy Osbourne there with his then-young-son Jack buying shoes for the boy.

Nevermind. I just told you the whole story.

Remind me someday to tell you about the time I bought these shoes at the Tannery on Boylston Street in Boston and I saw Ozzy Osbourne there with his then-young-son Jack buying shoes for the boy.

Nevermind. I just told you the whole story.

Lots of super-hot hot crane action in my old stomping grounds.

Lots of super-hot hot crane action in my old stomping grounds.

Lucky’s Lounge: Still going strong, thank the lord.

Lucky’s Lounge: Still going strong, thank the lord.

A beautiful Boston crane on a beautiful Boston morning, taken by one of my many buddies named Pete.

A beautiful Boston crane on a beautiful Boston morning, taken by one of my many buddies named Pete.

HOT NIGHTTIME CRANE ACTION!

Double Zamboni action!

Double Zamboni action!

Had a great time at my old work stomping grounds today.

Caught up with some old buddies, ate some good food and saw a whole bunch of hot new (to me) cranes!

Friday! 

Elliott Smith, covering Bob, in Newbury Comics, in Boston.

So much to like here.

U2 making some killer music at the Orpheum back in the day.

A couple of years back, way before this season, the girls and I were talking about the Pirates and how long they’ve stunk and how great it would be to see them win again. At one point I promised them that if the Pirates ever won the World Series again, we would drop everything, hop in the car and drive to Pittsburgh from our home near Boston to join the celebration.

Fast forward to August of this season and, all of a sudden it looked like a real possibility. At some point, the girls morphed the promise into us going to Pittsburgh if the Pirates just got to the World Series. Sure, OK. Close enough. I was all ready to make good on the promise.

It won’t happen this year, but, oh well. We hugged it out this morning and agreed it was a great ride, anyway.

And, boy, was It was fun as hell really caring about baseball again.