Scott's Idea Returns Me To This Blog

Yesterday I ate Barbecued Ham with homemade relish at Kennedy's (one of Canton's top five dives), with Scott, my friend who's recently returned from an indefinite sojourn/adventure/pilgimage in Latin America where he learned the importance of place and roots and yet feels quite unsure about *where* that place might be for him, and as we traded stories, he told about a friend's mom who had written a journal every single day for years that consisted of only one sentence -- an idea that felt both electric and inviting to me.