Well we finally got some sleep.

Morning brought about the inevitable clash if methodologies. L is here for a two day conference. She’s delivering a paper later this afternoon. I’m here to hang. My ‘hanging’ is generally based on careful research and timing that allows me to relax and be confident with schedules, mobility and general knowledge of my environment. L is pretty much the opposite.

Eventually we sorted it out by me waiting patiently for her to board the shuttle to the conference and then starting to get organized. She thought my slightly amused smile of tolerance was about her non-linear worry/rant about the nature of Christ’s corpus. I was just smiling at the absent minded professor impression and wondering if she would actually make it to the conference.

But you know what they say: different strokes; different folks.

I asked the front desk for a 60 second MTBA primer and headed off to the train. I hopped the above ground Green Line C train and headed NE. It cost 2 crisp American bills–the driver waves off the third saving me 65cents. I had intended to get off at Copely and transfer to the E line to hit the Fine Art Museum but decided to ride until the end of the line.

At North Station I got off and bought a 7-day pass for $19 and the reboarded a Green Line train to Science Station. Back above ground this station is actually on a bridge over the river. Great view.

The Science Museum was ok. A bit too kid oriented but I guess that’s what we expect in this day and age. Some tattered remnants of the old Natural History museum that got subsumed by the new ‘science’ orientation. At least there were still dioramas.

Back on the train I did the Green-Orange-Blue zigzag because of the closed station that connects Green and Blue, but bailed and went above ground to walk to the waterfront rather than wait for the train. I grabbed a dog and talked poppy with the vendor. Actually a young lady in the Haymarket Station had already asked me where I’d gotten the poppy. Canada was too far for her though.

Note to tourists: traveling on the Remembrance Day weekend with a Canadian poppy to the U.S. will make for a few friendly conversations. I’m up to 5 now. One guy recited all the provinces West to East, including territories, and only skipped Nova Scotia and PEI. Sort of mixing New Brunswick, Nfld and all the rest together.

I hummed and hawed and finally hopped on the water bus to the Boston Navy Yard to check out some ships. The USS Constitution to be exact. Old Ironsides. Oldest “active” warship in the world. Alongside was the USS Cassin Young, a WWII era destroyer. That’s where I heard the provinces recited.

Then it was back to the dock to try and catch my boat back to downtown and hopefully a train back to the hotel. A texting mixup had L upstairs and me in the bar but eventually we met up and headed out for Korean BBQ & Sushi.

Then it was bedtime for bonzos. So tired.