Looking for spring.

I took a walk in Lynn's Diamond District this afternoon, hoping to find signs of spring.  It's the middle of March, and usually there are a few crocuses poking out of the ground.  This winter has been cold, and I believe is delaying the greenery.  

But I did take some photos.

Fair Winds, Light Fingers

The 10:30am ferry was heading out of Salem Harbor towards Boston.  What had been a pleasant, sunny day on land turned into one filled with chilly fog out on the water.

Jamie sat outside, fair hair blowing in the breeze, and tried to see the scenery, but all views were shrouded by the mist.  She finally gave up her seat and went inside, as many of the other passengers had.

She started people watching instead.  There were many tourists and day trippers going in this time of day.  Jamie overheard bits of conversation from different groups.  Some were obviously local, from the sound of their dropped “r’s.”  She also heard out of state accents.  Everyone was planning their day in Boston.  The ferry dock was close to Faneuil Hall and the North End, both popular destinations.

Jamie sat behind a group of women who were laughing and enjoying each other’s company.  They had their purses on their laps, but their jackets were hung over the back of the bench.  As she bent down to adjust her sandal, Jamie’s hand brushed pockets to check what they might contain.  One had a folded twenty, which she grabbed as she bent over.  An IPhone slipped into her hand on the way up.  She wore her jacket, and her pockets were on the inside.

Slowly getting up, Jamie made her way to the other side of the boat. She sat next to a bunch of college aged kids with backpacks.  They were heading in early to see the Red Sox’s afternoon game.  A heated debate on the merits of Boston Beer Works versus the Cask and Flagon was going on.  The man at the end had kicked his pack behind him as the talk grew louder.  Jamie again bent down, this time to adjust her pack.  She unzipped both bags at the same time, and found a stash of credit cards held together by an elastic band.  She quickly transferred them into her pack and zipped both up.

 

They were past the Boston Harbor islands with the city coming into view.  Jamie decided it was time to go on deck again to be among the first off the boat. Everyone was gathering gear and gawking at the view of the city opening before them as the fog cleared away.

The boat docked and most of the passengers headed right towards Faneuil Hall Marketplace.  Jamie went up to Legal Sea Foods and met Jackie out front.  They exchanged jackets and packs, and then Jamie headed for the State Street subway stop.  She hopped on the Blue Line car and headed back to Revere.

She and Jackie would meet up at the parking lot behind the old Wonderland Ballroom where they had parked her car.  Sitting on the train, Jamie unzipped Jackie’s backpack to see what she had stolen.  Jackie had worked the crowd  at the Aquarium.  There were two cell phones and many credit cards.  People just didn’t carry cash anymore, which caused Jamie to sigh.

They would still make money.  They had someone on Shirley Avenue that would buy the phones and the cards.  Later that night they would drive out to Route One in Saugus and have a good time.

The train was nearly empty by the time it reached the Revere Beach stop.  A guy sat next to her, too close for comfort.  Jamie swung her leg over and “accidentally” kicked him.  He glared at her, but moved.  Jamie knew the importance of maintaining personal space.

A Creaking on the Stairs

Emily woke with a start.  At first she didn’t know why, but then she heard the noise again.  Someone was downstairs, and the noise of the stranger’s footsteps creaked up to haunt her.

She had been told this was a safe place, safe from the life she had fallen into.  An abusive boyfriend who had seemed so charming when they first started going out spiraled out of control.  The relationship developed from romance to nightmare after he lost his job and began drinking more steadily.  

The last straw stared back at her when she looked in the mirror.  She now wore a black eye.  Her heart was broken, as well as her spirit.

The creaking stopped, then started again.  Gingerly, she got up and went to the door.  Opening it she was startled by a cat coming into the room.  She gasped out loud and heard the rush of footsteps on the stairs.

Quickly she shut her door, but found it didn’t lock.  She picked up the cat and ran to the closet as Tommy slammed the door open.  He tripped on the throw rug and cursed.  Getting up, he looked for a light.

Emily held the cat and her breath tightly in the closet.  She was wondering why no one else had heard the commotion.  But then she heard voices and they were loud and angry.

Blinded by flashlights held by the other women sleeping in the house, Tommy stepped backward.  He stumbled again on the throw rug and the momentum caused him to flail his arms.  Stepping back and back, trying to regain his balance, his heavy frame met the fragile window, and he fell.  After a loud cry, there was silence.

Emily left the closet and faced the women.  Someone turned on the light, and another said “The police need to be called.”  But no one moved.

A Cockroach at the Roosevelt Hotel

The bartender swiped down the bar one more time, then made sure his station of lemon slices, olives and maraschino cherries was full.  It was just after 6pm, and the after work crowd was starting to come in.

He noticed the attractive blonde who always sat at an end stool.  She was an old fashioned and left good tips.  She’d slowly sip her one drink before heading home.  He had noticed she didn’t wear any rings, but was always dressed for business.  She wasn’t one for small talk; would just slowly work on her bourbon to ease away her day.

The usual crowd of young guns arrived next.  Young men and womend out to make names for themselves, they ordered draft beers left bad tips.  They were loud, proclaiming the daily accomplishments for all to hear.

The out of town business travelers would settle in for the evening.  They’d make small talk; ask him to change the TV station; and while away the evening before heading to their hotels.

Tonight one of them approached the blonde and asked if he could buy her a drink.  She raised an eyebrow at him and gave him her back.  He again asked, this time putting his hand on her shoulder.  She shook him off and the bar keep made his way down to her end of the bar.

“Something I can get for you, sir?” he asked.  He was trying to help out his regular customer without totally alienating a tip from this new guy.  

“Yeah,” he replied, “somebody friendlier than this stuck up broad.”

The man had a sneer on his face as he spoke.  The blonde threw down her money and let.  The man took her seat, again speaking loudly.

“What’s a guy got to do to get a drink in this place?”

The bartender kept his face impassive and stood before his customer.  Anything he said would be the wrong thing.

“Ah, honey, you lonesome?”  An attractive red head took the stool next to the complaining drinker.  “I’ll have whatever you’re drinking.  You order for me.”

The salesman slowly smiled, and ordered two Jack Daniels, neat.  “Now this is more like it.  What’s your named, sweetheart?”

“Ginger” was the reply.  “And you can call me anytime.”

The bartender got their drinks and made his way back to the draft beer crowd.  He had a small smile on his face as he turned his back on the couple who looked to be exchanging more than names before the evening was over.  He wondered what the salesman’s reaction would be when they got up to his hotel room.  And he also wondered why Ginger’s adam’s apple hadn’t been noticed.

Salem Ice Sculptures

Salem, MA, is having a chocolate festival recently, and many stores and restaurants featured ice sculptures.  There were other wintry scenes as well.



Sanibel in January, 2014

It was nice to get back to Sanibel again.  I haven't in a few years, for a few reasons.  And it's always nice to get a bit of summer in the middle of winter.  I feel recharged.

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