Marla M. spotted this pair of lovebirds at Fenway Park last night.

Copyright Marla M. Posted in the Universal Hub pool on Flickr.

With Keytar Bear playing in the background, Jed Hresko noticed the Dewey Square fruit guy had a new sign up today. Looks aren't important, but you'll need to care and cook for him and, oh, no lip, please: Read more.

If Tweedie and Sylvester can put aside their differences and find true love, maybe there is hope for resolving other longstanding conflicts.

Chris asks:

Where to go for date night dinner in Fenway area?

The light and trolley poles along South Huntington Avenue in front of Angell Memorial Hospital are now lined with pages of a plea for a reconnection from a man who wants to see the woman whose dog bit him, now that she seems to be taking a different path with the dog. Read more.

Merry Christmas!

Christmas……Don’t get caught up in the guilt of not having/spending enough $$$$$ for Presents and Gifts

If how much you spend, or buying what the persons “wants” determines your Merry Christmas....... stop, think about this; Materialism has bankrupted some people,
Some are on the way there, and some are recovering from it.

If anyone is not pleased with you changing your gift giving habits….. It’s on them.

I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972 begins:

I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself.

One week prior, at the behest of Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger, I'd flown four B-52 sorties over Hanoi. I dropped forty-eight bombs. How many homes I destroyed, how many lives I ended, I'll never know. But in the eyes of my superiors, I had served my country honorably, and I was thusly discharged with such distinction.

And so on the morning of that New Year's Eve, I found myself in a barren studio apartment on Beacon and Hereford with a fifth of Tennessee rye and the pang of shame permeating the recesses of my soul. When the bottle was empty, I made for the door and vowed, upon returning, that I would retrieve the Smith & Wesson Model 15 from the closet and give myself the discharge I deserved.

I walked for hours. I looped around the Fenway before snaking back past Symphony Hall and up to Trinity Church. Then I roamed through the Common, scaled the hill with its golden dome, and meandered into that charming labyrinth divided by Hanover Street. By the time I reached the waterfront, a charcoal sky had opened and a drizzle became a shower. That shower soon gave way to a deluge. While the other pedestrians darted for awnings and lobbies, I trudged into the rain. I suppose I thought, or rather hoped, that it might wash away the patina of guilt that had coagulated around my heart. It didn't, of course, so I started back to the apartment.

And then I saw you.

H/t eeka.

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