The sister - note the pretty hair - and grandma - note the cuteness - at lunch in Boston.
Spilled milk and coffee, no crying.
Sleeping, blood-shot, kaleidoscope eyes.
Aaaaand, the train breaks down and we all come tumbling out - hurray! Didn't get home for awhile that night.
Buckhorn Exchange. I really want to eat here at some point.
Dog park - parking lot - Wash Park hangout. Saloon style.
An early morning on Saturday, just me and the sunrise. I got to stand in the middle of the road, at least.
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