Reflections on a Week in Boston
“If thou fill thy brain with Boston and New York, with fashion and covetousness, and wilt stimulate thy jaded senses with wine and French coffee, thou shalt find no radiance of wisdom in the lonely waste of the pinewoods.”
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
In 1989, I almost went to college in Boston. In 1998, I almost went to law school in Boston. My favorite, super cool professor in law school was from Boston. I like lobster and Ben Affleck and Matt Damon and “Good Will Hunting”. What can I say? Boston is a town of “almosts” and “maybes” for me; a place that I never lived, but always liked.
During my week in Boston, I was able to take advantage of what (in my geeky little world, at least) was a true “chance of a lifetime”: The opportunity to have a glass of wine at the Harvard Faculty Club. I’ve had better wine, but I was already drunk on the very smell of Harvard. It smelled of old leather and books and hunter green (if hunter green had a smell). It was equestrian and elegant and proud. I felt comfortable and welcome there, and was happy, for once, to have invested so much time and money in my education. I vowed right then and there to start devoting more time to those things that make me feel truly inspired. What inspires you?