Last spring I went to Boston and damn near starved and froze to death.
I figured it was a fluke.
I bravely agreed to go back, coaxed with promises of scotch, Crimebake and visiting the ICA.
I slithered into South Station with Barbara Poelle in pursuit of Art.
Here is the first thing we saw:
Not even A Whole Lottas.
No. Barbara's Bestsellers.
That's IT Boston, we are finished.
Keep your art.
Keep your fabulous writing conferences.
I'm grabbing my broom and flying home.