On a Roll

          Judy and Steve treated me to dinner at a place called Kyoto Sushi; we enjoyed a nice, political discussion, ate our fill, and I developed a real taste for the Philadelphia roll. A thunderstorm rolled in on our way back, which was just wonderful. Boston has its own special brand of weathah, but it is permanently lacking in this area. I blew my evening helping Ian organize his room and prodding him to throw out a seemingly endless quantity of college letters. (He kept everything - why?)