Upon visiting one of Rhode Island’s ye olde gift shops I was overcome with the vapors from their cloying scented candles. I had many delicious flavors while she kept ordering the same one, Not Good Either. She and her husband Ron have just completed work on their new home with spectacular views of Narragansett Bay.ĭuring the days, she and I hit the trail of summer ice cream stands that dot the area. The first part of the week was spent with Marilyn in Providence. But there was confusion over which degree program I was pursuing and my application was rejected. Other forms of self abuse are easily available in the anonymous back alleys and areas of urban decay that made the 20th Century so lovely.Īt one point I even considered doing post graduate work at Boston’s great upholstery school, Tufts University.
The vast student population with attendant cultural activities provide adequate stimulation for intellectual masturbation. I’ve visited Boston frequently through the decades and have found it to be just the right combination of erudite and profane. I was in New England last week to see my college chum Dale assume his position as Grand Marshal of the Boston Gay Pride Parade.
