My trip to Boston was all about clearing stuff out of a basement (sorting, tossing, donating, packing, shipping), so I only saw friends for a tiny sliver of the time I was there. Except for E____ G_____, who spent two full days in the basement helping me. One evening we had dinner with a friend who is moving westward soon, and his 2 year old son Jefferson. As you can see above, Jefferson is a child of many moods--he had a great time in the restaurant and in the ice cream shop, but wasn't pleased to be in the car.
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