Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read. — Groucho Marx
Before the pandemic, I would cross the street, get on an Amtrak (The Nor’easter), and head into North Station. The trip is a solid 43 minutes from my stop to the station. The commute home was the same. During this time, I read and listened to a number of books. Also with the isolation of my pocket universe, I kept up reading…
