Layers

and so it goes

I met up with an old friend from high school last night. He hadn’t been to Brookline in a decade, so we met at the Booksmith. We had planned to stroll around Coolidge Corner a bit, but moments after we met a storm kicked up, so we ducked into the wacky sushi place with monkey benches and tucked ourselves into one the booths with rice paper doors.

We talk…