All Somerville, All The Time

My last landlord suggested that if I "find paradise in Boston," I might as well stay. I recently realized that almost everything I do--working at home, grocery shopping, dining out, working in coffee shops, having a drink, visiting friends, getting a haircut, and soon, band stuff--happens in Somerville. No 4,000-lb. auto required. Everything is literally down the block--and occasionally across the street in Cambridge. This, I think, is how urban neighborhoods are supposed to work.

I wish that Meet Under McGrath were not this weekend--otherwise I could count partying under decrepit highway overpasses on the activities list above.