Further documentation of how moon-like the area I live in can be. As I was driving it felt like I was often in a black and white movie, heading towards some sort of certain film noir conclusion. I was very grateful for the ipsos-christmas cardboard truck and pandora. Baby, it aint over till it's over.
There it was another 175 miles, 2 plane trips, and a taxi ride to Kenmore square. I think it's actually faster to travel to the moon nowadays.