Post #601: Walking

A pretty morning in Boston.

Decided to forego the zippiness of a bike commute.  Walked instead. 

(Even though I am kind of a zippy walker.)

In riding the 9 to work, I pretty much only notice how slow we roll and hear only the rumbling motor. When driving, I can only impatiently focus on the impatience of pedestrians who show no doubt as to their entitlement.  When biking, it's all about watching for potholes and avoiding death.

When walking, I find myself just listening and seeing.  Listening, mostly this morning, to motors -- of leaf blowers and electric hammers and (yes, you can't escape) buses accelerating through intersections. 

And walking up Berkeley, about to turn at Stuart Street, I saw a woman carrying a bookbag printed with this:

Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History *

Which of course made me wonder why, as I am so poorly behaved with my late nights and cereal cravings and weakness of engaging online with college boys and their lousy come-ons ...  I am not more famous.

Although, maybe if I just go on with my bad self ** I will be?

* From Harvard historian Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, winner of the Pulitizer Prize.  Whose husband I sang with in a choral group, not knowing of  her prominence. 

** Happy 600-blogpost milestone to me, BTW.