More Boston ... Mon/Tues, 6/20-6-21
This post and these pictures are a combination of our last two days in Boston, either before or after visiting our brother, Rus, in Mass General Hospital where he's being treated for cardiomyopathy. It's very tedious lying in a hospital bed, so when the group shows up wholesale at his room, we always liven up the mood. We all wish we had more information; no one seems to know when he'll be released or what the treatment will be. Mass Gen is a teaching hospital and he sees many people daily, as in doctors, nurses, etc. Consequently he gets little rest and almost no sleep. Various intensive tests need to be performed -- fasting -- so he's not getting much food, either! This is definitely not his idea of a family reunion, but this is what we have and we try to make the best of it.
Antonio's was recommended as a good lunch restaurant within walking distance of the hospital. We went once, liked it and returned. Each of us ordered different dishes and everyone was well pleased. L-R: Rob, Nannie, Jimmy and Bubba at the corner.
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I didn't realize the train windows were tinted till I saw the photo. This is where we approach South Station, with the city skyline looming in the distance.
Tuesday we met Matt and Jenny at the Barking Crab for lobster rolls. The food was good, but the overhead speaker "music" was so loud I feared a brain collapse; I couldn't hear myself think. When we asked if they could lower it, the waitress pointed to a sign above my head: Notice! Requests to lower the volume will be respectively denied. This is a bar, not a library or your living room. Oh well, we'd already placed our orders, so I endured. The lobster rolls were delicious nevertheless. We said our goodbyes to Matt and Jen -- they're flying back to Sacramento this evening. Work calls.
I toned down the color, if you can believe it. Everything and everybody reflected orange from the yellow/red ceiling. L-R: Jen (front), Bubba and Nannie. Jimmy and me opposite.
After lunch, we walked along the waterfront grateful for a cooling breeze.
Stepping along, on our way (the long way) to the hospital.
The Old State House, Boston's oldest public building, built in 1713 as the seat of British colonial government. Here the Royal Governor and Massachusetts Assembly debated the Stamp Act and the Writs of Assistance. The Declaration of Independence was first read to Bostonians from the east balcony on July 18, 1776. A lot of American history was set down here. And what's even more interesting is the old gold-domed brick building is now set amid towering steel and glass skyscrapers. From South Station to Mass Gen is quite a hike and today we made it even longer by stopping to see some of Boston's historic sites.
Quincy Market (pronounced Quinzey) is part of the historic complex. It was constructed in 1824–26 and named in honor of Mayor Josiah Quincy, who organized its construction without any tax or debt. The market was designated a National Historic Landmark, recognizing its significance as one of the largest market complexes built in the United States in the first half of the 19th century. Today it bustled with shoppers and performers (of sorts).
Rob above. Below he and Jimmy are posing with some very rigid characters.
Near Faneuil Hall, this handsomely dressed fella was directing people to the Hop On/Hop Off buses (which were expensive!). Because all of us have been to the area quite a number of times, we steered clear of the clots of tourists who were here for the first time.
Somewhere in Boston is this lovely rose garden.
So, today is Tuesday. Our week at Circle C/G is over and we'll have to leave. Nannie and Bubba, too. Rob is pulling out tomorrow as well. The young people have to return to work, and us retired folks will move on. We'll have to leave our oldest brother in Mass Gen, and his wife, Anne, will relay his condition to us via text, phone or email. Not ideal by any stretch of the imagination, not the reunion we anticipated, but everything happens for a reason; at least we were "here" for our brother when he needed us. Instead of waiting five years or so for a follow-up reunion, maybe we'll find a neat place to get together next year.
I'll let you know when Rus is discharged. Thanks for following along.