NEBHE was having its board meeting at Lynch Park. Part of the agenda was a tour of a new hotel being built there (a very typical NEBHE mtg agenda item.) I told my colleagues that my nephew, the “jazz musician” played there. Then I passed people “swimming” in the sand area near the Lynch parking lot (where the whale sculpture used to be). I did a familiar walk on the rocks near Rice’s, which were very slippery … hazardous. Billy started tearing up. He’d gotten the news from Steve Toronto that Johnny Depp had died. Steve said he’d “jumped into traffic.” I said I should go see some of his movies. Then I went and saw my mother (who passed away 20 years before the pandemic) and asked her how she was. She said “I’ve been crying.” (But I don’t think it was about Johnny Depp.)

The night before I dreamed I was at Hurd Stadium and the football game was being played in the ocean below? I noted how beautiful it was, even when it was hard to see the players. I spilled a little water and it began running toward cheerleader Sue, but she didn’t seem upset.

Earlier in the pandemic, I was resting in a pile of rubble near Gloucester Crossing, showing a colleague Bennett Street where kids used to buy and sell pot. Tough kids came along looking for something. They dug up some kind of gold star. It looked almost like an old wrapped chocolate, as I remarked nervously. A girl tenant in the apartment came searching for her Pepsi, which I said was like a Big Buddy (the big bubble gum my friends bought from the ice cream man at little league games?) Then I showed my colleagues the entrance to the back of the United Shoe and tried to mention that a lot of Bennett Street etc. began as housing for Shoe workers.

See related at Hold Fast to Dreams?