Blast from the Past

Caught up with an old friend for awhile tonight. It ain't what it used to be. While on the phone we started trading photos and links via e-mail, like looking at photo albums together a thousand miles apart.

A few of you might remember my old neighbor in Maplewood, Lee. Back in the early 90s he was a teenager with real long hair, a black leather jacket, and a Flying V. He and his mom shared the other half of our town house.

Lee moved to Boston shortly after we moved to the stix, from where he sent me this picture of the Boston Light, the oldest lighthouse in Boston, and near where Lee catches four-foot Stripers in the summer.

Apparently it takes about 15 years to lose the ability to say the letter "r." Anyway, Lee sounded chippa.