Is that Bahston or Bohlyston?Posted on October 2nd, 2007 after 8177 miles by Dean Croshere.
Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?
I had heard the question before. I assumed it was from a philosopher. After all, I first read it in Calvin and Hobbes. Calvin replied with something along the lines of, “I came from my room, I’m a kid with big plans, and I’m going outside.”
I was wrong. Paul Gauguin was a painter. Well, I suppose he was probably a philosopher too, but his medium was not a book, but a painting. I saw it today at the Museum of Fine Art in Boston. It was next to four original Monet paintings.
Previously, I have never been a fan of Monet. This is the case for impressionism in general. It just didn’t really do it for me. Pictured in a book, a poster, or even a slide on a wall, it didn’t have the impact that so many other awesome paintings did.
In a gallery though, the original paintings are breathtaking. They have such magnificent use of light that they seem to glow on their own. Then the textures of the paintings capture the gallery lights in such a fashion that as you walk across the room, the light shifts and highlights different parts of the subject.
The first thing I did upon entering Boston (with my host graciously and thankfully driving), was head to the USS Constitution, otherwise known as Old Ironsides. The officer on duty played his cards perfectly as I was waiting in line with Boxer.
“At this point I would like to ask everybody to remove anything with any metal on it to place in the X-Ray scanner. That includes keys, electronics like cell phones, cameras, and iPods, you may also need to remove your wallet, belt, or large metal dragons.”
When I walked up to the ship, Boxer made the Navy woman on board the ship lose her place on her spiel. Halfway through a sentence she just trailed off as I topped the gangway.
I also stopped by Fenway Park, the other park in America that people care about on its own merits.
Unfortunately there was a game going on when I arrived, so I wasn’t going to be able to get Boxer onto the field. I tried to con a press guy and 2 separate security people to let me take some behind the scenes pictures, but there was no avail.
One of the security guys kept pressing me on what would happen if he ran off with Boxer.
"You wouldn't get far."
"But if I just picked it up and ran."
"I'd tackle you. Then I'd probably get arrested." I knew what answer he was looking for, but I didn't feel like giving it to him.
"But if you ended up losing him, what would happen to you."
He wanted to know what the school would do if I didn't come back with the mascot. I didn't want to tell him the answer, but I was done lying in the gutter taking pictures of Ted Williams. I gave it up:
"I don't know."
I was able to convince different security guy let me step around a fence to the loading bay for this picture.