The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
One of the only high-points during my big blue funk of 97 was when Rachael came up from Pennsylvania to visit. I drove my Ford Tempo into the city with Prok, Stacey, and maybe Kristie (though I’m really not sure about that last one). I was the only one brave enough to drive into the city and I received lots of compliments on my ability to navigate the mean streets of Boston. ‘Course they probably would have been cursing at me if I was a driver in another car.
We picked Rachael up at South Station after parking illegally in what I think was a Post Office parking lot nearby. We did our hugs and hellos thing. (I was elated to see her. She was one of the only people who could bring me out of “it” no matter how bad “it” got.) Then we got back in the car and drove back towards Chelmsford.
Lunch was had at the Bertucci’s in Chelmsford Center and we had a great conversation sitting in the corner by the window, reminiscing about times gone by and looking forward to the times ahead.
I don’t recall what we did with the rest of the day. I think Rachael stayed with Jason and I don’t think I saw Stacey and whoever else was there again until we got back to school in the fall. Before I parted company with Rachael we made plans for how we would meet up and catch Jason’s show the next day.
On the other hand, it may have been that we went to Jason’s show that night and Rachael only stayed the one day. I don’t remember. For now though, we’ll say that she stayed over and we went to Jason’s show the next day.