Bottoms Up

Alone together or just alone

If you happen to be in Kenmore Square, come join me. I’m sitting at the bar at Blue Ribbon Brasserie, doing damage to a glass of Pinot Grigio, and savoring the lovely anonymity of a restaurant bar on a business trip.

Photo by Corina Rainer on Unsplash

The business at hand is the Power of Narrative conference at Boston University, a first-class event that I last attended about twenty years ago in a heart-stopping, city-throttling, headline-making snowstorm. I remember seeing taxis in snowbanks, tucked in as tenderly as babies, and city busses high-centered on snow drifts. Fortunately, the weather this time is a bit more benign.