call_of_boston elimeny a few years ago i went there and there was a breeze, and it was cold and i dont like clam chowder but its never the people that call to me its the buildings, the history... the soul of the city. and i love cincy. cincy called to me once. busted my ass to get here. but whenever anything is wrong, i think about that place, that far off land... boston... where i can start all over and you bastards cant find me anymore and itll just be me and everything i get will be new and mine and my life and i made it myself i tell people im going to move there all the time sometimes people ask me when "tomorrow" "next week" "three months" "a year" "never" who knows. but when i go, im going, im gone. whoosh! there went that crazy texan. whatever happened to her anyway? everyone will ask all over again. all over again. and boston will be my new love. im leaving you cincy... were falling apart... boston is my lover... all over again 030106 ... unhinged i wonder if he is out there yet. or if he is even going i should say. 030106 ... unhinged the prospects looked bleak when he showed up for conducting but he left today or so i heard. somehow that makes my life here a lot easier. one more piece of the puzzle has disappeared. 030116 ... JD It was a chill November morning, I recall it with ease since I was passing through on my way upstate for a rendevouz with a beautiful temptress. I pulled over onto the side of the road to take a leak when i heard it, the CALL OF BOSTON. It went, "WONKA WONKA RALLAMAZOOO!!!!", and how could I resist? 030924 what's it to you? who go blather from