During time spent in Boston, it became a morning ritual to visit the local markets and see what new adventures awaited me for breakfast. The fruits and grains were always varied and always fresh. Something I miss in the Midwest.
I don't know what was more rewarding, the walk past the old houses and shops in the early morning light or the reward of cutting open a crisp fresh apple upon my return back to my room.
1179 - Hell No! - A well-meaning friend, religious but still a good sort, bought me a copy of C S Lewis' book *'Surprised by Joy'.* *Hell No!* There was an odd fellow nam...
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