Off the top of my Head of the Charles River, I crew in canoe.
Off the Commons there is Curley’s but I stay in China Town. I like the noodles and dumplings of Boston. I like the diversity of Boston, I like the frog pond on a summer Sunday morning.
And so a challenger rises, and I see what I like. I see a challenger rising, and so the right that I knew once shows signs of life, in spring.
Is the Charles cleaner now that Weld has jumped in? I have never paddled there, or on the Raritan. I have walked across the Charles and back, down river from the Crimson Campus.
So, Weld is on, and that’s a trip in and of itself. I’d like to see that up close, but I’m not driving. I’m all ears, today, wondering. I’m thinking this man could win the primary, but I am no expert. I like the idea. I think I like this guy...so far.
Smart, the challenge, this sign of courage, even if Weld’s past becomes problematic...he still seems viable; neither Trump or Pence have his chops. The man has a brain; Weld has a brain.
A Republican. I never thought I’d be happy to see one.