Mother nature was kind to me today.  Finally.  Thank you mother nature for letting me ski today.  Before, all saw was shadows but now I see light:

The People of Boston feature returns to the blog.  This where I tell stories about the people I encounter along the way in my travels.

First up:

An extremely humorous tour guide at the Sam Adams Brewery:

He kept posing for me when I would turn my camera on him.  And he was telling extremely funny jokes about beer.  Then at the end he showed us a bottle of the world’s most expensive beer.

Next, blues singer Joe Louis Walker.  This man was amazing.  The voice, the music, the aura.  He met Lee Atwater.  More importantly, he didn’t kick his ass.

Joe Louis Walker, you got a new fan last night:

Growing up in an effort to prevent kids from doing drugs, they would show these commercials where someone showed an egg and said “this is your brain.”  And then they would crack the egg and say “this is your brain on drugs.”

Well, imagine your brain on knitting:

Usually I do battle with the mountains, but this time they won.  Let’s call it a draw this time, Sugarloaf Mountain, but next time I will win.

But I took your picture, mountain:

Sometimes Downtown Crossing is so beautiful in the morning that I must stop and photograph it.  I’m sure some of the commuters find this odd, but today the shadows cast were so lovely that I just couldn’t stop myself:

Boston has recently seen its share of strange, unusual and borderline scary visitors.  It is in the midst of the polar vortex.  Hercules was here a few days ago.  And today, Sasquatch arrived.

Well, actually Sasquatch’s winter loving cousin, the Yeti.  You know it has to be cold if the Yeti emerged from the winter woods he usually resides in and just settles in the middle of Boston, waiting to have his photo taken:

Well, from the inside looking out at it:

My friends like to joke that I went backward in life.  Most people leave a place like Boston to live in New York City.  I did the opposite.  I left New York City to live in Boston.  With no exact clear plan what I was going to do when I got here, may I add.  But that is for another blog entry on another day.

Before I lived here, I knew a few things about this place.  It was kind of like New York, but smaller.  There was a university here that is kind of famous.  People studied things here.  They played baseball.  Larry Bird and Kevin McHale (two of my favorite old school players played here).  Aerosmith and a whole host of other bands got their start here.

Oh and Cheers took place here.  Cheers.  How I loved that show, especially the first three seasons, with Diane and Coach.  One summer my mother and I left for the summer and we left my dad, alone.  In New York, may I add.  We came back and the man had become a fan of Cheers.  As we all already were.  One of my favorite jokes from that show was when Diane’s erstwhile fiancé Sumner Sloan says to Woody “I have a chair at Boston University” and Woody responded “I have a couch at home.”

I like to say that a man running by me in a red cup made me want to live here, but that’s just half true.  It was also the angel statue in the Boston Public Garden that made me want to live here.  She just peacefully stays there watching over the city.  I like that.  Though she probably needs a blanket of some kind during the Hercules: