CALL ME SNAKE

I spent an hour walking along the river (the Cambridge side of the Charles) with a friend who’s going through a divorce. I’ve been writing about “extra dimensions” for some time now, and this guy–by his own admission–”is getting screwed in many dimensions.”  

He asked me if I walk along the river often, and I said not too often. The last time that I can recall was a few months ago, with another friend who was also getting divorced and enjoyed the opportunity to talk about all that he was going through and the many dimensions in which he was being screwed.

So it’s becoming kind of a tradition for me–that riverwalk with friends going through a divorce–and I have no idea who I’ll be walking with next.