And you happen to read this blog, I want you to know something.  I have copied you.  Repeatedly.  And I have no intention of stopping any time soon.

Now to the photos.  Where I copy the opening to Mad Men:

 

 

 

 

Check out the mountains or whatever that is on the horizon.  Doesn’t it look like ink bleeding?:

 

This evening for some reason we’ve already had an entry about fake rain.  Now these are all completely fake to the core.  They look like Europe, but they aren’t.  They really aren’t:

 

 

 

For once in Boston, it didn’t actually rain.  It is fake rain, fountain rain:

 

 

 

 

 

Boxers give good face:

 

Boxers looks like sad old men when they are young:

 

Boxers have to go out in the rain:

 

But they hate it when they get out there:

A couple of years ago I sat down to write an entry on this blog about how I went to Coney Island for the first time in 20 years and there happened to be a massive hurricane that day.  I thought no other adventure would ever top that one.

But I got one that did.  Today I visited South Boston for the first time, or Southie.  Southie is a lovely place that doesn’t get nearly the credit it deserves for its beauty.  However, no one told me about the number of the planes.  Oh and because whenever I visit a new place, this is what happens:

 

 

See:

I had a triumphant day.  Now for some photographic triumphs:

 

 

 

The London Olympics starts in a couple of days.  I’m ready with my American flag t-shirt to cheer on Michael “Baltimore Bullet” Phelps onto gold medal number 47 and 48 respectively, which hopefully in the process will be stolen from Cavics who don’t deserve them.

Boston is also preparing for the whole thing in the only way it knows how.  It is wearing costumes and doing flips.  No, I’m serious.  Here are some photos as proof:

And they are of course doing splits:

Now literally people are bouncing off the concrete:

And there were all kinds of handstands and other such contortions: