So a Blonde Walks into a Bar ...
Taken in 2008.
As I sat with my wife in Tommy Doyle's, an Irish pub in Harvard Square (now closed), this woman came in with the guy on her right. When I saw her I thought my jaw would drop. She looked, walked, and even gestured exactly like an old girlfriend of mine, a girl I went out with for a couple of years (off and on) in this very neighborhood -- in the 1960s, 40 years before! The resemblance was so astonishing that for a moment I thought she might actually be the same girl!
But she was far too young. Seeing her sitting at the bar, I wondered if she spoke with the same odd, slightly croaky inflection that my old girlfriend sometimes did. I wondered if the two women might be related.
I pointed her out my wife before we left. Outside, Linda went off by herself to a bead store, which meant I had at least an hour to myself to stroll around Harvard Square taking pictures. I started up JFK Street -- and realized that when that old girlfriend and I started seeing each other the eponymous JFK was still alive -- and president! (And JFK Street was still Boylston Street!)
So a Blonde Walks into a Bar ...
Taken in 2008.
As I sat with my wife in Tommy Doyle's, an Irish pub in Harvard Square (now closed), this woman came in with the guy on her right. When I saw her I thought my jaw would drop. She looked, walked, and even gestured exactly like an old girlfriend of mine, a girl I went out with for a couple of years (off and on) in this very neighborhood -- in the 1960s, 40 years before! The resemblance was so astonishing that for a moment I thought she might actually be the same girl!
But she was far too young. Seeing her sitting at the bar, I wondered if she spoke with the same odd, slightly croaky inflection that my old girlfriend sometimes did. I wondered if the two women might be related.
I pointed her out my wife before we left. Outside, Linda went off by herself to a bead store, which meant I had at least an hour to myself to stroll around Harvard Square taking pictures. I started up JFK Street -- and realized that when that old girlfriend and I started seeing each other the eponymous JFK was still alive -- and president! (And JFK Street was still Boylston Street!)