MILK RUN -- by Steve Nadis
Since a smoking ban was imposed in Cambridge restaurants and bars in 2003, I’ve run into a friend of mine at least a dozen times in front of two local pubs, the Plough&Stars and the People’s Republik. Just about every time, I’m headed to the 7-11 to buy a gallon or two of milk, while he’s talking with some friends on the sidewalk and smoking a cigarette. My friend is a former space artist turned genetic artist about whom I’ve written frequently, and we’ve had quite a few interesting conversations during these late-night “milk runs.” If possible, I try to have the conversations on the way to the 7-11 rather than on the way back, as my arms get tired holding onto all that milk.
