On Sunday George and I went to Boston for brunch and Tosca. In between, we sat on a bench in the Boston Common, sipped coffee, and pretended that we lived in the big city. We pointed out where we would walk Grady, and where our penthouse would be. This, of course, is the gazebo. Perhaps it is here where we would re-enact the famous "16 going on 17" scene from the Sound of Music. Just perhaps. And who would be Leisl, you may ask? Who indeed. ...(me)