Rerun from He Wrote She Wrote: Bob Drives to Boston, April 5, 2006:

Wednesday, April 05, 2006



I am trapped on the highway in a rental car with an insane person. No internet last night because my apartment was in the basement, none this AM because we had to go see Meg again and then pick up the rental car, at which point my rational partner, Bob, went insane. I’m now safe in a Panera on Rt. 90, but sooner or later I’m gonna have to get back in that car, and I’m telling you, it’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Bob. Continue reading

She Wrote: NYC, Boston, and Speen Street, April 5, 2006

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

We started yesterday by meeting Mollie in a coffee shop called Pecan. I know coffee shops with names like “Ye Olde Coffeee Shoppe” are annoying, but there’s such a thing as going too far the other way. But other than the name, it was lovely. Christy Turlington was trying to get her baby carriage through the front door as we got there, and Bob held it for her and got a million dollar smile in return which he missed because he didn’t know who she was. Well, she’s still beautiful even if you don’t know who she is, but he was focused on the meeting we were having next with Meg, so he missed all of it. Then Mollie arrived and also looked gorgeous and very New York in a pink cashmere hoodie with a black polished cotton peacoat over it (Bob is reading this and saying, “Huh?”), and I hugged her and so did Bob, and then she said, “If you’re celebrity watching, that’s Christy Turlington,” and I said, “I know,” and Bob said, “Who?” Continue reading