I’ll be working hard today, and doing it around three guys who are in the early throes of snow day joy but will soon descend into the boredom and anxiety of cabin fever.
So today I’m going to hit and run with a quick picture. I took this Sunday night, which happened to be St. Patrick’s Day. Boston loves them some St. Patrick.
I call this bridge “You know, the bridge at the tunnel because Boston hates me and wants me to die“, but its real name is the Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge.