February 26, 2003
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Lang said: "I got mugged over there, one night years ago." They held him down and rifled
through his pockets, getting away with a few bucks but missing $300 in the pocket of his
sport coat. Well, we live and learn: he never got mugged again.
We walked as quickly as we could, two California guys taking a break from the early Spring
at home to marvel at the brisk New England winter. Interesting! Refreshing! Yes, for a few
minutes, but by the time we were halfway back across the Common, our ears were freezing
and in pain. How cold do you think? Lang asked. I remembered arctic-style winds
screaming down the Iowa River, biting my exposed skin, years ago in grad school. Ten
below, I said. Lang laughed. Maybe with the wind chill.
We scurried across frozen streets and ducked into Legal Seafood to warm up
at the bar. Refreshing, yes -- but only in small doses.