After skipping 2005, I visited my friend Ed in Albany this past weekend.
Late Friday and early Saturday, Ed confirmed that he was coming down with something. Apart from a pair of dinners — one Italian and the other Indian — the two of us made a single photography trip. Determined to spend at least an hour outdoors, we walked around Historic Albany.
Several parts of which were indeed aged, if not exactly vintage. By Sunday morning Ed was running a fever, so we stayed inside. He apologized repeatedly for the sedentary and uneventful weekend that had shaped up.
But it was in the mundane that we found the otherworldly.