CALL ME SNAKE

Yesterday I made four trips to Central Square, the seamy underbelly of Cambridge, in one hour. That might be some kind of record, and not one you’d like to top. First I got some pillow cases at a discount store for sack races for my daughter’s fifth birthday party and some papers for cupcakes. But the cupcake papers had footballs on them (I wasn’t paying attention), and my daughter didn’t care for them. So I went back to the store to exchange the football-decorated papers for the balloon version. When I got home my wife decided we needed two more pillow cases for the sack races, so it was back to Central Square again. As soon as I returned we realized we had run out of bread, which was going to be an important part of our dinner, so that was the fourth trip–all completed in an hour. Mr. Ripley, you can believe it or not.