Flashes of Panic

This year, they put me in a blue volunteer jacket rather than a black media jacket. Obviously it doesn’t make much difference to me, but it has changed reactions: last night, in the Park Street T station, a runner thanked me for volunteering. I just mumbled politely rather than explain that I’m actually getting paid.

This morning, coming across the Charles River bridge shortly before 7:00 on the Red Line, it’s like an ad for Boston: placid river, skyline, and one rower in a single out on the river. Let’s hope the weather stays this cool past noon.