We were supposed to wake up early yesterday to get over to
Copley Square for service at the world renown
Trinity Church designed by
Henry Hobson Richardson but instead we slept in. Eventually we got up, grabbed Starbucks and took the T over to Copley Square to hang for a bit. We did, of course, walk
around Trinity, but were not able to check out the interior of the church because Sunday service was in session (yeah...the one we should have been in).
Josh and Angela outside Trinity Church in Boston.
Josh riding the hare in Copley Square.
We walked over to McKim, Mead, and White's Boston Public Library where we called our buddy Nick (who now lives in Portland, ME, but was down in Boston furniture shopping) to see about meeting up with him somewhere. I couldn't remember all the details of our 2 minute conversation, but Josh and I decided to head back to the Kendall so I could change, and then head over to Harvard Square to eventually meet up with Nick. So we did.
The Boston Public Library.
Thanks to my iPhone, we found an Adidas Originals store right in the square, and made a beeline for it. Josh found some beautiful new kicks and I got myself a little souvenir (an Adidas/Cambridge hoodie). From there we walked over to Harvard's campus and picked a little area to sit and rest for a second while we tried getting a hold of Nick again. Like I said, I couldn't remember the plan. Were we meeting up for lunch? Or were we having lunch and
then meeting?
Before I could even finish the text, a man, who we presumed to be a professor, commented on Josh's STL hat; said he was from St. Louis. So, we start chatting with this ol' fellow and before you know it, he's walking us through Harvard Yard and pointing out a few of the libraries and their historical significance. After awhile, I ask him what he does. He says "Internet Broadcasting". Hmmm...peculiar. Anyways, we sit down and have a chat with him while he grabs some smokes, and he advises us as to where we should stop on our way up to Deer Isle this week. Before you know it, we're buying him a ginger ale at a little restaurant and we're continuing our conversation of Socialism in America, personal arrests in Moscow, the invention of web-based news casting for CNN in London, a meeting with Mr. Saddam Hussein...the list goes on and on.
The Harry Elkin Widener Memorial Library at HarvardThe Wadsworth House at HarvardI will call the man Mr. Cashew. This of course was NOT his name, but given the amount of government/CIA work the man had done, we're pretty sure the name he gave us was an alias anyways. We got a great laugh out of this man and had a good time trying to meet up with Nick and his friend Michelle who were trying to find parking at Harvard. It felt like "Where's Waldo" or something. Mr. Cashew took us to the boathouse and showed us where the row team practiced. He walked us through more of the campus all the while giving us a history lesson before finally leaving us for the evening.
We got Mr. Cashew to pose for a photo with us, but I have decided to sensor his face so as not to reveal his true identity.
"Mr. Cashew", Josh and Angela in Harvard Square.After parting ways with the mysterious Mr. Cashew, we went over to Charlie's Pub (or something like that) for a couple of pints. They were well needed by this point!
Mr. Cashew had given us strict orders for dinner, but by the time we said goodbye to Nick and Michelle and got ready to go out, we decided to eat across the street from the Kendall at the
Legal Sea Food in Kendall Square (as opposed to the one in Harvard Square at the Charles Hotel).
Legal Sea Foods in Kendall Square
Following dinner at the Legal, we opted against going out for drinks and instead went back to the Kendall (a whole 75 feet away) for some relaxation. After Josh had a steak (not very good) and three stuffed shrimp with broccoli and mashed potatoes and I had lobster bisque (yummy) and Arctic Char, polenta and spinach, we were in no mood to consume beverages or hoof it anywhere!
The Kendall by night...was originally a firehouse in Cambridge.