Today was busy. I took a long bike ride this morning. Would have gone further, but there were serious problems with the bike, The rear wheel was rubbing on the frame to the point where if I tried to spin the wheel it wouldn't move. Being technically inclined, I devised a fix, which involved kicking the wheel repeatedly until it was pushed away from the frame. Believe it or not, that worked. I had to do it every few miles, but it got me somewhere and back.

After that, we went to a baseball game at Fenway Park. I hadn't been there since 1968, which made me feel really old. Gotta say, it's really cute. They really do up the old fashioned thing well, and it really feels old in a good way. We sat up on the roof. There are seats there, don't worry. Great view though and a nice breeze.

We came back to the hotel to stop sweating for a moment, and then I went for a long walk. I saw the house where Henry Longfellow lived. I know absolutely nothing about Longfellow. I assume he was one of those vaguely boring New England writers that are forced on unsuspecting high school and college students from time to time. Now I know he lived on Brattle Street.

This was a nice little mini-vacation. Flying back in the morning.