I found this wallet photo from a junior high or high school formal dance this morning on the pavement in the back alley. It was face up, beaming at the grey skies of Boston, image surface speckled with the light rain we're getting this morning.
Oh, to be young and in love. She looks so pleased with herself: her dress, her hair. He looks so pleased to be with her. His suit is no match for her dress, and do you think he's almost hiding behind her so he doesn't look so wide? I don't know. What I do know is that if he really loved her, and she him, the photo wouldn't have found its way to the gutters behind the Scotch & Sirloin building. Just a little bittersweet welcome to the North End today.