I aspire to be intelligent with moments of genius.
So far, I have managed awkward with moments of competence.
Shooting down Storrow drive in Boston with 75 degree air pouringthrough a permanently open taxi window feels like rushing past photosfrom the not-too-distant pass. I am on the way to a meeting so I worrythat this is messing up my hair. A check in the Langham hotel lobbyreveals a pleasant, wind-swept look. Sweet.Back tonight.