It’s true:

The monsters and creatures don’t just live on the Green Line.  The Orange Line has them too:

No, totally kidding.  Of course I didn’t:

Love breaks your heart.  Love takes no less than everything.  Love makes it hard.  I didn’t just get eloquent all of the sudden.  I’ve had this blog close to five years and in those five years, I have never revealed anything up here about myself.  I mean sure, the people who visit this place know I have a blog and can probably figure out where I live pretty easily, but no one really knows what I look like, what I do for a living or what I even look like.  And I’m fine with that.

But here a small story.  I fell in love once, really in love with a guy who kind of reminded me of a bulldog.  He didn’t have folds on his face nor did his teeth stick out on the bottom, but he had this way about him that made you forget he was funny looking.  He was really funny looking, but in a really good way.  Like a bulldog.  The way he was always reminded me of a bulldog.

You’ll love me.  I’ll make you love me.  You’ll forget I am funny looking:

Today I witnessed a scene of such utter hilarity that I must relate it here.  I’m walking around Beacon Hill when I spot a white bull terrier.  Now as anyone who reads this blog knows, I love bull terriers, colored and white.  This blog has two patron saints.  Bill Cunningham and Rufus, the colored bull terrier.

This bull terrier was called Gun, short for Gunnery Sergeant, the owner willingly related to me.  The bull terrier was doing what a bull terrier does.  She wanted to go into a pet store there on Beacon Hill, where there were plenty of things to knock down and animals to scare.  She couldn’t likely because of her behavior previously, so she was stubbornly waiting there.  As bull terriers do.  Then I tried to take her photo and her owner threw a dog biscuit down on the ground for her to get her attention.  Nothing.  Again, typical bull terrier.

But we aren’t done yet.  Oh no.  Then Gunnery Sergeant’s best friend came along, a white boxer whose name escapes me at the moment.  What followed was Wild America at it finest.  I didn’t realize later on that what I had was an actual, honest to god film.  You need to look at these entries in sequence to get the full effect:

And then Mama Said Knock You Out:

Brought on by, I guess, living in Allston.  Where all is Odd:

Certain photos require work.  Certain other photos form themselves in front of the camera and are just absolutely perfect.

People.  Umbrellas.  PERFECTION:

Vermeer came up with them, Norman Rockwell used them and I stole them for this photo:

Or Green.  Well, it faded because it is gone.  No more $20 jeans for me!  Oh well.  Goodbye Filenes: