That was amusing.

While the mob scene in Harvard Square was such formless chaos that we never did meet up with the folks who'd called us earlier, it was still fun to be there when the cheer went up at midnight. And bedfull_o_books ran into someone from her chorus.

Upstairs on the number 10 bus on a Saturday morning.

Crossing that bridge,
With lessons I've learned.
Playing with fire,
And not getting burned.
I may not know what you're going through.
But time is the space,
Between me and you.
Life carries on... it goes on.
(1994)