The art of fame:
Paris Hilton as the Mona Lisa? Eugene Robinson thinks so. I thought that smirk looked a little familiar.
Photos are from my brush with greatness earlier this year.
Paris Hilton as the Mona Lisa? Eugene Robinson thinks so. I thought that smirk looked a little familiar.
Photos are from my brush with greatness earlier this year.
Last year I played the crowds along the sidewalk on Boylston Street. The year before that I looked down on the finish line. This year I went to Cleveland Circle and concentrated on the runners and wheelchair racers.
Although it was cold and wet, the sun was out for one runner, thanks to a friend.
One more from the ride home yesterday.
Near the Vietnam War Memorial on Morrissey Blvd.
Snowstorms are not that unusual this late in the season. But there's something about post-daylight savings time snow that just seems wrong. Oh well, we have things like this to look forward to.
Friday night was the worst commute ever. Two and a half hours from Roxbury to Quincy. I took some photos I took on the way.
Making snowballs on the windowsill in South Boston.
The wind was whipping the snow at Wollaston Beach.
Visibility was poor along the beach.
It was also pretty blustery by the water at Malibu Beach along Morrisey Boulevard.
I was in Vegas for the NBA All Star Game. Not that I'm a huge basketball fan but, well, it's a long story.
Ultimately the West walked away with the win.
Cheerleaders from the West practice their routine before taking the court.
I took a walk up to the north end of the Vegas Strip this morning. The Stardust hotel is one of the oldest and storied in Las Vegas. It's now closed and is scheduled for implosion next month. The famous sign is being taken apart and will be preserved in the Neon Museum.
Note the sky showing through the frame of what's left of the hotel tower.